A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 837

When Starla came downstairs, dressed to go out, Herbert was just walking through the front door. He looked travel-worn and exhausted, though it didn't diminish his inherent elegance.

Seeing her coat, he frowned. "You're leaving?"

Starla gave a curt "Mhm." Right now, she wasn't willing to waste a single extra syllable on him.

Herbert sighed at her glacial demeanor. "I told you, I just need one month with Brinley."

A month? She had zero interest in arbitrary timelines.

She shot him a cold look and stayed silent.

Herbert stepped into her space, his warm hands gripping her shoulders. "Call Garret off. Tell your men to stand down, okay?"

"Is it that she can't die *right now*? Or is it that she's never going to pay for what she did?"

*Right now.* That phrase triggered a visceral reaction in her. It was exactly what Fairfax used to say. *She's carrying my brother's child, she needs to be taken care of right now.* Or, *Her hormones are unstable right now, just give it some time.*

Wait. Just give it some time.

Starla had developed a severe allergy to those concepts. It was a manipulative tactic designed to trap her in an endless cycle of compromises.

Herbert's grip tightened slightly. "Just one month. You can't give me that?"

"When it comes to Brinley? No."

Her tone left zero room for negotiation. A cold flash crossed Herbert's eyes.

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