Seeing that disheveled and woebegone phantom of Mrs. Turner, ripples of shock arose in her eyes, unable to dissipate from her heart.
So angry that she cast aside her dignity as a noble lady, she lost all reason and cursed recklessly, "What did I ever do to offend you? Why do you cling to my daughter even in death?"
The phantom in front of her was none other than Teresa Linwood, the guest of honor at the funeral.
Teresa Linwood, also a wealthy lady from the nobility circles of York City, would often play cards and shop with her, and although their friendship was not particularly deep, she considered it more than just a superficial bond.
Facing Mrs. Turner's furious questioning, Teresa Linwood not only showed no hint of remorse but even covered her stomach and laughed aloud.
"Ahahaha..."
"You say you don't know where you have offended me?"
Teresa Linwood's laughter was sinister and frightening, especially chilling in the quiet night.
"..."
