Andrew's eyes were rimmed red, his voice thick with feigned emotion. "I know you're suffering, but someone is dead. You can't just deny it!"
The villagers around us were already whispering, pointing fingers.
"She looks so harmless, but she's rotten inside!"
"Poisoning her own family. That woman's beyond saving."
"People like her deserve the death penalty!"
Their words hit me like spit in the face.
Mrs. Finch was still rolling around on the ground wailing. Mr. Finch Sr. raised his cane, ready to strike me.
The whole scene was pure chaos.
I let out a cold laugh and shook Andrew's hand off my arm.
"Confess to what? I didn't kill anyone."
"Still running your mouth?"
Elena's mother stormed over, face flushed with rage.
"You're the one who threw the spatula! You're the one who drove them out in a fit! The second you left, they ate that food and collapsed! If you didn't poison it, then who did?"
"Exactly!"
Mrs. Finch scrambled to her feet, jabbing a finger at me, her face twisted with hatred. "Nobody set foot in that kitchen except you! If there wasn't poison in that food, I'll eat the damn pot!"
I gave her a sidelong glance.