A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1152

"Fairfax, our oldest brother is already dead," Susanna said, her voice trembling. "I can't bear to lose anyone else."

No matter how chaotic things had gotten with Starla before, she had never actually wanted them dead. But Yardley Hoggart was an entirely different breed of monster.

"He's a psychopath!" Fairfax yelled.

"I know."

Exactly. He was a psychopath. And that was exactly why she couldn't leave her family in his clutches any longer than necessary.

Even though they had fought so hard to escape Yoran Country, she had no choice but to go back.

In the end, they had still let someone down...

"I just feel so awful about Starla," Susanna whispered, the guilt tearing at her chest. Neither of them had expected that pushing Starla forward that day would result in losing her completely.

At the mention of Starla's name, Fairfax stiffened, raw agony flashing across his features.

No one knew just how much he was suffering! The grief was a suffocating weight he carried every single second.

...

Meanwhile, in Smaro Town.

Herbert Farley had taken it upon himself to cook for Starla. She genuinely hated the local cuisine, but she was also incredibly stubborn about refusing any favors from him.

Herbert, however, had the patience of a saint when it came to her.

"No matter how angry you are with me, you can't just stop taking care of your body," he coaxed gently.

Starla glared at him.

Angry?

Was that really the word he was going with? Her icy stare made Herbert's chest tighten.

"Starla..."

"I can cook for myself," she said coldly.

"Alright. Once you're fully recovered, you can make whatever you want."

Right now, Herbert catered to her every whim. Whatever Starla wanted, Starla got.

She hadn't been eating well for days and had visibly lost weight, looking entirely too fragile.

After a brief internal struggle, she realized that fighting Herbert right now was a losing battle.

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