Regardless of everything, Madam gave all her love to the young lady, and now, how could this happen?
She wouldn't even let her take a look.
Housekeeper Zhang sighed, turned around, and went back to the guest room, gently knocking on the door.
The room emitted the smell of fresh blood, making it hard to imagine what had happened here before.
Whitney Lynch lay in the room, her face ashen. Upon hearing the sound, a rare trace of hope rose in her heart: "Come in quickly."
However, when the door opened, the hope in her heart gradually turned gray.
At the door, there was no sign of her Gigi.
Her lips trembled as she choked and asked, "Where is Gigi?"
Housekeeper Zhang walked over and tucked her in: "Madam, don't worry. The young lady is probably afraid of seeing you like this, so she needs some time to calm down before visiting. You..."
Whitney was in so much pain that she nearly fainted. Her daughter was her only longing. She asked quietly, "What did she say?"
