And with that, Frank ignored the pair and returned to his room.

The next day, he was woken up by a loud hollering outside.

He stepped out to see a large crowd gathered outside the cottage, led by a pudgy woman in her forties who was yelling murderer and with various banners that bore the same accusations.

Frank smiled in wry amusement. “What is it now?”

Soon, Brenda, the pudgy woman, saw Frank leave the cottage and promptly snapped, “You! Those two women with you were your friends, weren’t they?! My father ate their cooking and had a heart attack! You must answer this!”

Frank was even more puzzled. “The ambulance arrived in minutes. How could he be dead? Stop spreading lies!”

Brenda snorted. “He’s in the ICU! It’s just a matter of time.”