The torture had nearly broken me earlier. All I wanted now was to clear my name.
Carmen looked at me like I was a dog begging its master.
“Give up. Even if you scream until your throat tears, Walter won’t let you out. I actually believe you didn’t poison Grandma—but Walter has already decided you did. Isn’t that pathetic?”
I crawled forward on my knees, clutching at her pant leg.
“I beg you! Let me see Walter. Please!”
Carmen stood and casually admired her manicure.
“Walter hates you now. If you confess to poisoning Grandma and bring me the antidote from your hometown, maybe I’ll put in a good word for you. Maybe he’ll even show you some mercy.”
“Because right now, his heart is completely with me. If I whisper one word against you, your next punishment will be worse than today’s.”
Confess? Why should I confess to something I didn’t do?
I was his fiancée. Why wouldn’t he believe me?
Tears blurred my vision as helpless rage swelled inside me.
I slammed my hand against the stool beside me.
“No! I didn’t do it! Tell Walter to investigate—or let me out, I’ll prove who the culprit is!”
Carmen laughed cruelly, dropping her mask of sweetness.