To avoid making Ophelia uncomfortable, the maids had left and only put the supplements in the kitchen.

Deirdre nodded and walked toward the kitchen in her flat shoes.

As Deirdre entered the kitchen, Ophelia picked up her teacup and took a sip.

From her posture, Madame Brighthall didn't feel that Ophelia was just a rural village woman who had been living there for a long time.

"Madame Brighthall, do you really think I look familiar? Which one of your friends looks like me? I'm quite curious."

Madame Brighthall snapped out of her thoughts, her expression shifting. She rested her forehead on her hand and forced herself to calm down before sighing. "It's not any particular friend, and having met so many people, I can't really remember the details. So, when I saw you just now, I felt that you are somewhat familiar."

"Is it just somewhat familiar or… the same look?"

Madame Brighthall was stunned. Ophelia moved closer and whispered something into her ear.

Meanwhile, Deirdre was rumma