Mia Grant knew this couldn't go on.
Yates Donovan was right. The Hughes Family still needed Silas Grant, so Mr. Hughes wouldn't kill him.
However, the prolonged mental and physical torment couldn't be ignored.
As long as Mr. Hughes was alive, her safety, along with that of Silas Grant and Hayes Hughes, would always be uncertain.
This feeling of leaving her fate in someone else's hands, living every day in fear, was truly infuriating.
'As a transmigrator, I can accept any plot development. But that's only if I can make it out alive.'
'Rather than wait for him to send assassins after me, I should…'
Mia Grant's eyelashes fluttered. She looked at Yates Donovan, met his playful gaze, and lowered her voice. "I don't have a plan for now, but I'll definitely find a way to make a move."
Mr. Hughes was in excellent health. Waiting for him to die of natural causes was likely impossible.
'Logically, a venomous old creature like him shouldn't live long.'
