Priscella gritted her teeth in frustration. She couldn't believe what was happening.
What the hell were they talking about? How could a mere slave possibly know about herbs? Did someone help her?
She turned to look at the maid again whom she had colluded with and the woman looked pale and shaky.
Priscella couldn't help but doubt the woman's actions. Did that useless thing have second thoughts about this and backed out at the last minute by giving the horse some sort of herbs as an antidote?
If that was indeed the case, then everything which was currently happening made sense.
Sylvia probably just made use of the situation and simply took the credits for something which she never did in the first place! But then how could she know about all the details of the herb?
Nothing was adding up. Priscella felt as if her head was going to burst from the anger coursing through her veins.
