A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 812

"I'm not sure," Garret admitted. "But I don't think it's necessary."

Taking such extreme action when it wasn't strictly required forced one to question the true motive behind it. Starla's chest tightened.

"Do you want to have a sit-down with Mr. Farley?" Garret suggested.

Starla let out a heavy sigh. "Talk? How are we supposed to talk?"

In her eyes, the fact that her instincts were already screaming at her meant that talking wouldn't solve anything. Back when she and Fairfax had issues, didn't they try to talk? Did it ever fix a single thing? Besides, dealing with Herbert felt infinitely more complicated than dealing with Fairfax ever had.

Taking a deep breath, Starla ran a hand through her hair, her appetite completely gone.

She stood up. "Keep a close eye on Herbert's movements."

She was determined to figure out exactly what his real agenda was in Yoran Country. Tanya Mercer had been right on the phone—Herbert's sudden relocation felt incredibly off. He hadn't been here long, and already Starla could sense the undercurrents of something much darker.

"Should we warn Fairfax?" Garret asked.

"No," Starla replied flatly. Why bother? Ever since the dust settled with the Yelchin family, she couldn't care less whether Fairfax lived or died. If Herbert ended up killing him, that was his own bad luck.

"Understood," Garret said.

Starla headed upstairs. Standing by the window and staring out into the dark night, she fell deep into thought. Just as she was about to take a shower, a maid knocked on her door. "Miss, Mr. Farley is here."

Starla's brow furrowed. "Got it."

She took a slow sip of water before turning to head downstairs. Halfway down the steps, she spotted Herbert sitting on the living room sofa. He was holding an unlit cigar. When he saw her, a warm smile spread across his lips.

He looked so gentle, yet his eyes were bottomless, swirling with emotions she couldn't even begin to read.

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