A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 857

He couldn't do it.

His renewed silence telegraphed a clear 'no.'

Starla nodded slowly. "Got it."

This was what he meant when he said he didn't want things to end up like this. She had compromised. He refused to give an inch.

What else was there to say?

She left with Reba. Herbert dragged a frustrated hand through his hair. By the time he walked out of the estate, Starla was long gone. Rudolf was waiting by the car.

The moment Herbert slid into the backseat, Rudolf turned to him. "Warren called."

"What does he want now?"

Warren. Brinley's biological father. The man who had begged Herbert to save Brinley the second Starla had left Marina City. Harriet Seabrook was too terrified to intervene, but the old man couldn't bear to let his daughter die.

Hearing the old man was calling again set Herbert's teeth on edge.

"Ms. Brinley is sick," Rudolf reported.

"Sick? With what?"

"Uremia."

Herbert froze. Kidney failure?

"That was fast."

"Yes. Warren's saying her blood type is incredibly rare, making a match nearly impossible. He's begging for your resources."

Herbert's expression darkened. "Can't he find one himself?"

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