Chapter 1272 Mother Is Lying

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,