Chapter 1056 Why Would You Do This?

"How… How could this happen?" murmured Mrs. Engel. The weight of realization set in, and she suddenly understood she was well past the point of struggle. Her face turned ashen. "I'm sorry, Mr. Brighthall. I'm sorry, Mrs. Brighthall," she said finally. Emily sneered. "What's the point of that, exactly? I am glad that I'm not so easily goaded into working together with the enemy! Anyone else would have jumped at your offer, I bet. Really, though, wouldn't your conscience hurt if anything were to happen to Miss McKinnon? Won't you feel at least a little… I don't know, queasy?" Mrs. Engel was shaking, but she kept her mouth shut. Deirdre tried to get herself out of the mind-numbing buzz in her head. She stared at that vague, blurry figure before her, and her mind began to recall all the times she had spent with Mrs. Engel. It was just so hard to believe. Mrs. Engel, the housekeeper who was ever so attentive as she was stalwart—that Mrs. Engel was in cahoots with the same syndicate w