A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1227

Being dragged back to the Hoggart estate, no matter how miserable, was exponentially better than falling into Fairfax's vengeful hands. Romy laid out the logic perfectly.

"I know you loathe that high-society cage," Romy urged softly, "but sometimes, you have to know when to bow to fate."

It didn't mean giving up forever, but tactically surviving the current storm.

Starla offered a fragile smile. "Bow to fate?"

Romy nodded. "If you won't let me smuggle you out, that's your only play."

Run with Romy, or surrender to the Hoggarts.

Starla stayed silent.

*Bow to fate.* But for how long?

"So what's your plan?" Romy pressed.

"Either run with you, or... go back to the Hoggarts."

Fleeing again was a pipe dream. With Fairfax and Yardley both hunting her, there were no safe havens left. Every breath of freedom would be laced with suffocating paranoia.

"You're right. Sometimes, you just have to yield," Starla whispered. "I'll go back to the Hoggart family. As for the blood feud with Fairfax... I just won't face it."

Romy frowned. "You can't outrun it forever. You'll have to face him eventually."

Starla sighed heavily.

She had never been one to shirk responsibility, but the collateral damage of this war was too catastrophic. How could she possibly shoulder the weight of all those deaths?

Romy wanted to argue, but seeing the utter desolation in Starla's posture, she couldn't find the words.

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