"Josephine, be quiet!" Isabella shot her a fierce glare.
The others remained silent, but I could feel their scrutinizing gazes. Sneered inwardly, these vultures feeding on my flesh and marrow, never showing a trace of gratitude. They even resented me for not willingly offering everything I had for their sustenance. Even when death loomed, and I was the only one to extend a helping hand, they would still blame me for not being faster, better, and more self-sacrificing in saving them. I clenched my hands, wishing I could draw a cross on my chest and pray for Owen to go straight to hell.
Isabella turned to me, the corners of her lips lifting in a knowing smile. "Don't mind them. We all know that if it weren't for your timely treatment, Owen would be meeting his Maker by now."
"I didn't ev
