Chapter 1274 No More Misunderstandings

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