“Eat. I don’t want you dying too soon—you still owe me my pound of flesh.”
He tossed the bowl on the floor in front of me.
I was starving, so I grabbed the food with my hands and devoured it like a beggar.
When I finished, I looked up at him, ready to speak, but a hurried voice came from outside.
“Sir, the hospital just called. Madam’s condition has worsened. She might not make it through the night.”
“What?”
Walter dropped everything and told the butler to drive him to the hospital.
The basement door stood wide open. I staggered to my feet, slowly making my way toward freedom—
Only to be shoved back.
“Where do you think you’re going? Walter didn’t say you could leave.”
It was Carmen Simmons.
If Grandma’s condition was worsening, why wasn’t she at the hospital?
I shoved her away and tried to head upstairs.
“Move. I don’t have time to fight with you right now!”
Her sweet mask finally cracked, revealing her true face.
She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back hard.
“You think I’ll let you go save that old witch?”
“You don’t know, do you? Fine, I’ll tell you—I poisoned her. I spread the powder evenly on her bowl that night.”