"Despicable?" I laughed, the sound bitter and harsh, until tears streamed down my face. "George's body is still warm. Look at the resentment in his eyes. Who is truly despicable, everyone here knows."
Thomas retrieved the secret letters he had found in the study and handed them to Isabella. "Madam, I suggest you examine these. Owen's guilt is irrefutable. He must face a court-martial."
Isabella snatched the letters, her fingers trembling as she flipped through them. One after another, her face paled.
With a cry of despair, she threw the letters aside and lunged at me, her hands gripping my shoulders with desperate strength. "It was you! You did that, didn't you?"
"It must be you. This is your revenge on us." Tears poured from her eyes, her grip tightening painfully. "I'll tell you wher
