After arriving at the family mansion, they saw a maid who had been waiting there for a long time. When she saw that Deirdre arrived, she motioned for them to be quiet."Ms. McKinnon, our mistress doesn't want to see you today and has notified all the maids, so we have to be careful. Sneak into our mistress' room and persuade her to send Mr. Brighthall to the hospital."The maid's voice sounded unfamiliar. Maybe it was a maid who worked in the backyard.Deirdre expressed her thanks in a low voice and couldn't help but say, "Can I go and see Bren first?"She was sweating profusely and said hoarsely, "I want to see what's going on with him. If it's too serious, I want to call an ambulance first."The maid stopped her. "Ms. McKinnon, I understand your concerns for Mr. Brighthall. You care about his injuries, but without the consent of our mistress, it'll be useless. Not to mention that maids are guarding Mr. Brighthall's room. The only thing I can help you with is to sneak you into ou
Was this why Dr. Ernie had not taught students for a long time? He was a well-known medical professor, and his research was highly accomplished internationally!"Since he is your apprentice, why did he go astray and get kicked out of the institute?"Feeling weak, Dr. Ernie held onto the wall. "That's because he is not interested in saving people but has ambitions to destroy people. He is a rare genius in medicine. When I first met him, he was modest, studious, and good at disguising himself."I didn't expect him to start researching drugs that are harmful to the human body behind my back to mentally devastate others. His first test subject was the first apprentice I accepted… That is, his senior."Sterling was in disbelief. No wonder he had heard people say that Dr. Ernie had once taken in two apprentices—one of them had been kicked out of the institute, and the other seemed to have disappeared."That person… How did he turn out?"Dr. Ernie's heart ached. "He is still living in m
Little did Sterling expect that the phone had constantly been showing an unreachable status as if someone had tampered with it and blocked his calls. He gnashed his teeth and relied on his memory to dial Sam's number.When the call connected, he spoke urgently. "I'm Sterling Fuller! Emily Collins is dangerous. Tell Brendan to stay away from her! Don't go see her alone!""Dududu—" The call was abruptly cut off, and Sam only caught the second half of his message.'Emily Collins is dangerous? Must not meet her alone?'Sam pursed his lips. He had no idea where Brendan had gone.-Brendan woke up from a loud door-knocking noise. He held on his forehead as intense pain and emptiness alternated, his face as white as paper.This was the first time he had such a severe side effect from drinking alcohol.The door-knocking sound had yet to cease. Brendan scanned the room and realized that he was in a room on top of the bar.He got out of bed and opened the door, and a waiter handed him
Deirdre first saw the clothes, then the limbs in her line of sight. The fair limbs were wrapped partially with the emerald green shawl that Madame Brighthall often wore.For a moment, Deirdre's mind went blank, and then she trembled as she reached out her hand.As she touched Madame Brighthall's face, a sticky sensation made her recoil in fear. Her fingertips were stained with blood, and Deirdre was dumbfounded."Madame Brighthall?" She quickly got up, but the door was suddenly pushed open before she could call for help.Ophelia appeared at the door and was shocked when she saw Deirdre and Madame Brighthall, who was lying in a pool of blood. "Deirdre? How dare you hurt Madame Brighthall!?"'Hurt?' Deirdre's face turned pale, and she immediately shook her head to explain, "No! Mom, I didn't lay a hand on Madame Brighthall. I had no idea she was—"A group of servants rushed in, one of whom had been with Madame Brighthall for a long time. Her eyes turned red when she saw the scene,
In silence, Brendan's face turned pale. He weakly clutched at Deirdre's wrist. "Deirdre, my mother will die sooner or later… Why must you… be so impatient?"As soon as he finished the sentence, Deirdre saw Brendan fall, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud."Brendan!" Deirdre shouted, throwing herself onto the ground. "Brendan! I didn't do it! I really didn't!"Tears flooded her eyes as she reached out to touch Brendan's face.Why was he so cold? Why was he so icy?Before she could even hold him, a maid furiously kicked her away. "Murderer! Get out of here! You killed the mistress, and now you want to harm her son!? If only the mistress hadn't let you in the house in the first place! It's all your fault, you jinx! The Brighthalls have only come to this because of you!"Deirdre's hair was messy, sticking to her face, and her pupils were dilated. Countless police officers streamed into the room, took away Madame Brighthall's body, and then put handcuffs on Deirdre's wrist.
Could all of these be part of Ophelia's plan? Thus, she spoke those words to push forward her plan and confirm her identity as the murderer?Deirdre was late to realize this, and a chill ran down her spine, leaving her feeling greatly disappointed.She wouldn't mind if the person were anyone else, but the person turned out to be Ophelia, her mother, who raised and cared for her without any regard!"Ms. McKinnon? Have you remembered something? Why has your face suddenly turned so ugly?" asked Sam.Deirdre clenched her fists, feeling a burning sensation in her throat. She tightly pursed her lips to force back her tears."Sam, do you know why Brendan believed that I killed Madame Brighthall?" Deirdre lifted her head, her gaze stubborn and clear, but one could still sense the pain of unbearable endurance in her eyes."It was my mother. She told Brendan that she saw me kill Madame Brighthall with her own eyes—that I committed an impulsive crime.""What!?" Sam was taken aback and co
Deirdre's heart was pounding with anticipation as she walked with the police officer. It was until she saw the figure in front of her that her anticipation ceased, and her feelings turned cold. If it weren't for the barrier, Deirdre would have rushed forward to question why she had done this.In the end, she tried to calm herself down and sat in the chair. After all, she wanted to know what had changed with Ophelia."I thought you wouldn't dare to come and see me," said Deirdre."I came to bring you some clothes. It's cold in there, and I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. But don't worry. I've made arrangements with them. After everything settles down, I'll have them secretly send you away," replied Ophelia, looking gentle."Don't pretend to care!" Deirdre stood up angrily, her eyes red. "Who are you? You're not my mother! You're not Ophelia McKinnon! How could the real Ophelia McKinnon betray, hurt, and slander her daughter like this?""Deirdre, I know very well that I am your moth
The McKinnons actually had a blood feud with the Brighthalls?What was once a happy life with her father and grandparents was turned to ruins because of the existence of Brendan's father?Deirdre was overwhelmed with the influx of information, feeling like her brain couldn't keep up. "How could this be so coincidental... How could it be like this...""This is the cycle of heaven's good karma. If it weren't for Brendan falling in love with you again, I wouldn't have had the opportunity for revenge," Ophelia said through her gritted teeth.Deirdre couldn't help but shiver. She raised her head and looked at Ophelia with a conflicted expression. "Fifteen years ago, Brendan was at most just a 10-year-old child. He couldn't stop his father and was unaware of the annihilation of the McKinnons."Mom, you can take revenge, but why target Brendan? He has nothing to do with this, and it's not something he can control—"There was only coldness in Ophelia's eyes as she said hysterically, "D