LUCILLE'S POV
The pack household gasped and stared at me in surprise, they murmured, and whispered among themselves, wondering why I pardoned a maid who tried to poison me.
“She poisoned you.”
“She doesn't deserve to be forgiven!”
“A maid with no shame.”
They whispered among themselves simultaneously.
With a nod, my eyes swept across the room and I lifted my hand to silence them. “Maura here,” I said, pointing to the maid. “Didn't do anything,” I announced, and the murmuring continued.
Uncle Ethan shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glaring at me. “What are you talking about, Lucille. She gave you the tea.”
“Yes, she did, because she was sent to bring the tea. Just like how any other person would deliver a message to you or to me.” I explained, and he creased his brows in confusio
