Everything around her blurred.
Curses, whispers, and insults hurled at her from every direction, but she was too exhausted to comprehend a single word.
So, she allowed the guards to drag her out of the room. Their grips tight and rough, their fingers digging painfully into her arms, devoid of even the slightest trace of gentleness.
Annette did not bother resisting. It would have been foolish to do so.
She had clearly been framed for Beth's murder. Someone had carefully orchestrated this and wanted her to bear the blame for a crime she did not commit.
And she intended to find out who.
However, now was not the time to protest her innocence. Emotions were running high, and logic had long been buried beneath grief and outrage. Any attempt to defend herself would only further enrage the already furious crowd. She needed to remain calm. She needed to think critically about her next move.
A sudden shove from one of the guards sent her stumbling forward.
