A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 865

Starla closed her eyes, fighting off her exhaustion. "Step out. I'll be down in a minute."

"Yes, Miss."

The maid nodded and hurried out.

Left alone, Starla sat on the edge of her bed, making no immediate move to get up. She took several deep breaths before finally slipping out of bed and pulling on a robe over her pajamas.

She walked down the stairs to find Herbert sitting on the sofa, radiating a freezing aura, an unlit cigar clenched in his hand. She walked straight over and sat on the sofa opposite him.

Her expression was icy. Being woken up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night—especially over Brinley Seabrook—had entirely killed her patience.

"Where did you take her?" Herbert demanded, cutting straight to the chase.

His tone was sharp and aggressive. It was clear that when it came to Brinley, he was refusing to back down.

Starla stared at him but said nothing.

"She has end-stage kidney failure," Herbert pressed. "You know her situation. Finding a matching donor is practically impossible."

The implication was obvious: Brinley was going to die anyway, so there was no need for Starla to keep wasting her energy on revenge.

But was this really about wasting energy? The core issue between them was Brinley herself—not whether she was going to die naturally.

Starla continued to glare at him with absolute frost, keeping her mouth shut.

"Just let her go. Please?"

That was his true purpose for breaking into her home tonight.

Starla let out a dry, mocking laugh. Her eyes were filled with nothing but contempt.

"What gives you the right to ask me to let her go?"

When it came to Brinley, absolutely no one had the right to tell her what to do.

"Starla, I don't want you to be even more disappointed," Herbert warned.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Did he mean that if she didn't release Brinley, he would do something to disappoint her even further? Was there even any disappointment left to feel?

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