C15 Madams Ghost Came Back!

At that moment, a maid rushed in, interrupting the conversation. "Sir, something's wrong! The old lady fainted. It seems like she was scared by a ghost."

"What? The old lady fainted? Hurry up and get the car ready," Mingyuan snapped back to reality, quickly getting to his feet.

Suddenly, a small hand grabbed Mingyuan's sleeve.

In a haunting voice, she said, "Dad, it was my mom who came back. You see, she must have gone to pay respects to Grandma, and it scared her."

The maid standing at the door listened to Second Miss's eerie voice, her legs trembling with fear, her face turning ghostly pale.

What is this Fifth Miss talking about?

The lady has been dead for years, and if she came back now?

That would mean her ghost has returned.

Oh my God.

The young maid's knees were shaking so badly that if it weren't for the presence of the master, she might have fainted from fright.

"Erya, don't talk nonsense. Your mother passed away years ago."

Mingyuan felt a jolt in his heart, looking at his daughter's deep, mysterious eyes. He thought she might be in shock from the events of the previous night. He quickly decided to take her to see a doctor.

Yet, as he stood up, he couldn't help but glance around the corners of his daughter's room, as if hoping to see the woman he had cherished all his life, who had left him and their daughter too soon.

"Dad, it's true. I'm not lying. Mom really came to see me."

"She told me she came back because she was worried about me. She knew someone wanted to harm her two daughters, so she returned to protect my sister and me."

Yuvyuv spoke as if she were living in the moment, her voice soft as if afraid to disturb something.

Her large eyes, filled with a ghostly light, stared at Mingyuan. "Dad, Mom really came to see me. She even said..."

As she spoke, Yuvyuv gazed at her father with a hint of reproach, falling silent.

"What else did your mother say?" Mingyuan asked urgently, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him. Could it be that his late wife's spirit was holding a grudge against him? Yet, he reassured himself that since her passing, he had taken good care of the two children she left behind.

Yuvyuv fixed her eyes on her father, biting her lip as if deep in thought, then seemed to make up her mind. Under her father's encouraging yet tense gaze, she finally spoke, "Dad, Mom said you're incapable of protecting me and my sister."

"Nonsense! How could you say I can't protect you two?" Mingyuan quickly retorted, almost as if he were speaking to his deceased wife.

"Mom said you even let others take the dowry she left for us. How could you betray her last wishes?"

Thud! The cup in Mingyuan's hand fell onto the carpet, rolling several times without breaking. He stared intently at his daughter. "Yuvyuv, did you really see your mother?"

Yuvyuv nodded firmly, then lowered her gaze, focusing on the cup that had rolled into the corner. No one noticed the calculation and coldness hidden in her eyes.

The second wife dared to steal her mother's dowry and flaunt it around her neck, boldly parading it in front of her. It was like she was asking for trouble.

When Yuvyuv lifted her face again, tears streamed down her pale cheeks, tugging at her father's sleeve as she sobbed. With a voice full of grievance, she looked up and questioned, "Dad, where's Mom's dowry? Did you give it to another woman in the family? It was meant for me and my sister."

Nianci, struck by a sudden thought, turned and dashed to her room. In less than a minute, she returned, her usually gentle face now flushed with anger. "Dad, Mom's dowry is missing!"

"What?" Ye Mingyuan was first shocked, then furious. "Someone, search the house! When did a thief sneak in?"

"Dad, it's an inside job. I know who the thief is," Ye Yuvyuv egged him on.

"Erya, tell me who had the nerve to steal the dowry your mother left for you."

Ye Mingyuan clenched his large fists, his eyes blazing with a murderous intensity. In his mind, there were only two people in the entire Ye family who were untouchable.

One was his late wife, and the other was his precious daughter, Erya. These two women were the only things in Ye Mingyuan's life that were off-limits. Anyone who dared to cross that line was as good as dead. Everyone in the household, from the servants to the maids, knew this well.

Ye Yuvyuv was well aware of her father's boundaries. That's why, upon her return, she aimed with precision and never missed.

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