I stood, watching, as the residential doctor tended to Mrs Inoue, until she finally fell asleep.
I had no idea the woman was hypertensive.
Watching her like this broke my heart and I wondered whether it was right to have unveiled the mysteries surrounding her daughter’s suicide because of my personal revenge against Ophelia.
If I had not exposed the truth, this memorial would not have been so hard on the poor woman.
“We should let her rest, chairwoman.” The doctor bowed deeply before me.
I clung tightly to the strap of my Debbie Wingman purse and returned his bow.
I then smiled tightly at the maids and led the way out of the bedroom into the hallway.
I had just stepped out the door when I almost stumbled and fell.
“What do you think you are doing?” I gasped as I looked at Ophelia
