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.