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
'So, that's why Brendan's mental state kept deteriorating to the point of being uncontrollable?'At that time, Deirdre not only failed to notice but also made Brendan take medicine on a regular basis, forcing him to ingest poison bit by bit.Deirdre didn't sleep well throughout the entire night. Every time she opened her eyes, she saw the blurry image of Madame Brighthall lying on the ground, followed by the image of her bloodstained face rushing toward her, gripping her neck and accusing her.She was asking why Deirdre hurt her and her son.Deirdre woke up in a cold sweat, her stomach aching painfully, filled with immense guilt.Why didn't she discover it earlier? That Ophelia, who used to be a gentle and kind mother, had changed so much?"Ms. McKinnon, someone is here to see you."After a while, the police officer knocked on the railing. It was clear that Sam had already informed the police station, so he could come in directly.After the officer left, Sam's expression grew c
"Wait for me by the elevator door. I'll take care of it," Sam said, patting her shoulder.The assistant nodded quickly, and Sam walked past her through the even colder corridor and saw Brendan's figure in the hall.He had his back to Sam, still wearing his hospital gown. Perhaps due to his physical weakness, his back was slightly hunched.Sam's eyes reddened. The person lying there was Madame Brighthall, Brendan's mother, but Brendan remained so calm and composed that he was unable to even shed a tear.Based on the memory Brendan had, Deirdre was the culprit in his mother's death. This was perhaps the most painful part of Brendan's life.Sam took a deep breath and took a step forward, wanting to explain, "Mr. Brighthall—""Shh." Brendan motioned for Sam to be quiet while he kept his eyes fixed on his mother's face.The black hole-shaped wound on her forehead was still there, but it did not detract from her overall beauty. Upon opening her eyes, it was as if she would once again
Brendan frowned, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction. "How long do you want to explain on her behalf? Is there anything a woman with determination can't do if she wants to? You said Ophelia is the mastermind behind this, and Deirdre is her pawn. So, I won't spare this pair of mother and daughter!"Sam's pupils suddenly contracted as he saw Brendan's face darken. He lost his voice for a moment, feeling fear engulfing his entire body.He gnashed his teeth and pinched his own arm, using pain to wake himself up. "Mr. Brighthall! Please calm down. Ms. McKinnon loves you so much. How could she do anything to harm Madame Brighthall or hurt you?""Loves me?" Brendan found it laughable "That woman, her love, has always been self-centered. She slandered Lena and aborted our child. I still remember it. Deirdre only disgusts me."Sam's mind went blank. Why did that nickname "Lena" sound so much like several years ago?Moreover, Deirdre had not killed Charlene—someone else had silenced her! A
"Where is she?"Brendan stared at him, utterly surprised. Sean's voice trembled a bit, but his eyes held a clear and hopeful gaze.Brendan finally calmed down and looked behind him. "There, that's your mother."This was the first time Sean had spoken. Deirdre felt her mind buzzing. When she snapped back to reality, she extended her hand. "Sean, come here."Sean's eyes held gentle amazement. He was intelligent—perhaps he had sensed it on the way there. Thus, his feelings were a blend of happiness and satisfaction.He felt joy that Deirdre was going to be his mother.Being a kid, he took a few steps but couldn't stop his tears, holding onto Deirdre firmly.Deirdre suppressed her own urge to cry and crouched down, wiping away his tears. "Do you... hate mom for not being there and not recognizing you?"Sean shook his head frantically. "As long as you're here… That's enough…"Deirdre hugged him tightly, and Brendan approached, wrapping them both in his embrace.When they brought S
"I was too young back then, still sulking with my father," Brendan replied after recalling his childhood.Arthur chuckled. "Kids will be kids, after all. Besides, your father was an excellent businessman, and you've followed in his footsteps. I've heard about your impressive success with the business in Neve. You're truly talented. With the Parkers under your control, I can finally relax." Brendan thought it was just praise from an elder. He was about to give a humble response when he got surprised by the rest of the statement. This made him freeze in place."The Parkers?" Deirdre was equally surprised."What's wrong?" Arthur beamed. "Don't you both already have children? Although you've divorced, your relationship is still strong. Don't tell me there's no thought of remarriage?""Remarriage? It's not the right time yet." Deirdre blushed from the teasing."It'll come eventually. If that's the case, then you are both part of the Parkers now. You're my only daughter, and he's my s
Beneath the envelope lay the evidence. Deirdre stared at it for a long time, with Brendan by her side, offering silent support.The next day, they boarded a plane back to Southedge. Within three days, news of the top political figure's downfall due to corruption spread like wildfire throughout Southedge, even captivating the interest of other cities.Upon learning the full story in his study, Arthur's aging face was stained with tears of regret. "If only I had known sooner... I wouldn't have let your mother leave like that."Deirdre lowered her gaze and handed the letter to Arthur. "My mother explains in the letter that her departure was a voluntary sacrifice to protect everyone. She never blamed you."Arthur gazed at the letter, struggling to find the right words.Deirdre left silently, shutting the door.-Ryker was also brought to the police station. Under Sterling's methods, he confessed to the murders. Emily faced the same outcome.All of them waited for their trials.-
The distance from Southedge to Village Alnwick was immense, yet Brendan displayed unwavering resolve."Then let's depart today," he said.As Deirdre bid farewell to Arthur, an unexpected glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. "Visiting your mother's grave, huh? Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself, don't overexert.""Yes," Deirdre replied. Faced with Arthur's hesitant gaze, she felt compelled to add, "Dad, I'll be back."Arthur met Deirdre's gaze, hope rekindling in his eyes.Deirdre softly sighed. "You're my father, my family. Of course, I'll return." "Really? You mean it?" Arthur's excitement made his hands tremble slightly. He held onto Deirdre as if wanting to convey something, but all that emerged was a murmur, "Then please return early... Come back as soon as you can...""Sure. I have a friend coming over later today. Take care of him. Oh, and my boyfriend is here, too. Don't worry about the specifics. I'll explain everything upon my return."As she stepped out, Bren
"Brendan Brighthall?" Ryker wiped away his own nosebleed. "How did you manage to come from Neve? Didn't I ask Emily to keep an eye on you? That useless fool who can't even accomplish simple tasks.""Choosing to control minds with drugs all along, you should have anticipated this outcome." Brendan acted roughly. As he got up, he took the key from Ryker and placed Ryker on a chair.Deirdre clenched Brendan's sleeve tightly. Sensing her tension, Brendan embraced her to calm her down."It's okay. I'm sorry for coming back so late, making you go through this.""It's not your fault. Your timely arrival saved me from further trouble. It's my own foolishness... I let him find something to use against me," Deirdre said, shaking her head weakly.Brendan frowned, cupping Deirdre's face. "He wasn't someone easily deceived, to begin with. You've done well. I'm the one who brought you into this danger, which is unforgivable."Brendan's dark eyes were filled with intense emotions. He had arrive
Deirdre hugged Ryker, resting her head on his chest as he patted her back. "By the way, you're not curious about where I went after I left early this morning?"Deirdre realized the hidden meaning behind Ryker's words, retreated from Ryker's embrace little by little, and looked at him.Ryker's eyes, as enigmatic as ever, held a clarity that seemed to pierce through everything. "I went to the hospital."He didn't wait for Deirdre to respond. "Because I was curious why I was so sleepy last night for no reason. Any ordinary person might chalk it up to exhaustion. But I know my body too well. You drugged me."Deirdre felt a sudden chill running down her spine.Ryker took a step forward casually, but his eyes were full of killing intent. "I underestimated you, Deirdre. Your acting skills are far more impressive than I imagined. You nearly had me fooled. You deserve an Oscar. What a pity that you're now in my hands."Deirdre retreated abruptly, but she found a cold wall barring her esca
Deirdre was momentarily stunned as she watched Arthur search around the study. Eventually, he uncovered a rusty key from a drawer.Arthur raised the key. "Is this what your mother desired?"Deirdre's mind raced, thoughts swirling. "Is this from my mother?"A hint of disappointment shadowed Arthur's eyes as he nodded. "This is the only thing she left me before she departed. She didn't explain why. She just made me promise to keep this key and never search for her."Although I agreed, the thought of it weighed heavily on me. So, I hid the key in a corner of the drawer instead of treating it like any other possession. In hindsight, I shouldn't have made that promise. I shouldn't have let her go alone."Deirdre's voice wavered, confusion evident. But as realization dawned, her heart raced. "Can you give me the key?"Arthur earnestly nodded, his expression solemn. "This belongs to your mother. I'm willing to give it to you whenever you're ready. To be honest, I'm relieved to pass it o
The butler nodded and guided Deirdre to the study's door. Gathering her emotions, she pushed it open.Arthur's attention was on some documents, but the door's creak made him look up. He met Deirdre's gaze, causing a subtle flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes."Deirdre..." He set aside the file. "Did you just wake up? Hungry? I'll have the kitchen prepare something."Deirdre shook her head, closing the door gently."Not hungry. I came to talk.""Everything okay?" Concern colored Arthur's expression. Though he seemed worried she might leave, he tried to hide it. "Go ahead. I'm with you."Deirdre found his reaction slightly amusing. "I'm not leaving."A spark returned to Arthur's eyes. "Then what's up?"As Deirdre grew more serious, she said, "I came to Southedge not just for a visit. I want to know if my mother left something with you before she passed. Something significant.""Left something?" Arthur was puzzled. "She left several things. Which one do you mean?"De
Brendan's eyes held a hint of pity as he spoke hesitantly. "Your mother took that item away."He gently touched Deirdre's face. "That man kidnapped your mother years ago. I don't know what happened during that time. Maybe he hurt your mother and wanted to keep her forcibly. Eventually, your mother found a chance to escape back to your father with the man's item."She left suddenly while pregnant with you, not out of hatred for your father, but to protect you. Now, that person is unsure if your mother or Arthur has the item. Thus, he aimed to kidnap both you and your father, taking his time to retrieve them."Deirdre's mind was overwhelmed, flooded with information that threatened to drown her. This unexpected revelation left her in disbelief.'My mother left my father because of me? And the mastermind behind Ryker is responsible for my mother's kidnapping?'"So that item holds significant importance for this person, enough to bring him down, right?" Deirdre forced herself to calm