Supposed to Believe Her

A drop of black blood appeared. Lucille retracted her hand and took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the black blood away. She put the tools back and slowly murmured, "Everything's fine now." Her movements were light as if she was acting on a whim. She was not as serious and cautious as Master Walton usually was. How was anyone supposed to believe her after comparing the two of them? Culver's breath got caught in his throat, and he was so angry that he could not speak coherently. "Miss Johnson! How could you do something like that so recklessly? If something bad happens to Mr. Joseph, will you be able to-" Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Lucille. "I'm going to head back first." She had just come out of the detention center and hadn't had time to tell Molly and Madam Dahlia. She wondered how anxious they must have been. Lucille turned around and left. When she reached the door, she heard a servant outside shouting, "Master Walton is here!" A few seconds later, Mas