Melanie Ulrich's gaze fell upon Willow West, who was huddled in Silvanus West's embrace.
'This little bitch, how could she be so capable!'
'To brazenly spirit Ian West—who's been in a coma at Mount Sonden Sanitarium for years—away, right under everyone's noses!'
'Willow West could never have pulled this off on her own!'
'She must have found a powerful backer.'
She recalled how Willow West had stayed over at the family estate a few days ago.
The Old Master hadn't been optimistic about the marriage, but he hadn't stood in its way. Now, seeing how close the grandfather and granddaughter were, Melanie Ulrich frowned slightly. 'Could it have been the Old Master who made a move?'
The moment Willow West looked up, her eyes met Melanie Ulrich's cold and venomous gaze.
It glinted with a bone-chilling cold, like a viper lying in wait.
Willow West knew that look all too well.
