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“Ma… Madame?” The maid dared to step forward, gently pushing the wooden door.

“I'm sorry if you're sleeping, but it's urgent, we don't know if the Duke... Aahhh!”

She screamed, covering her mouth with her hands as she saw Nanny Freya lying on the carpet, a pool of blood spreading around her head.

Instinct drove her forward instead of freezing or running away.

“Mrs. Freya!” She threw herself to her knees beside the lifeless body.

Laura had been a volunteer at the treatment center; she knew the basics.

Her trembling fingers stretched out, her lips quivering as well. Everything in her was shaking uncontrollably!

"Please be alive, for heaven’s sake, please, Mrs. Freya," her cold fingertips touched the pulse on the side of the elderly woman's neck.

After a few seconds, Laura closed her eyes, and tears slipped from the corners.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO FREYA?!" The Duchess's roar snapped her out of it.

Laura's eyes shot open, meeting the woman's distorted expression, filled with fury an