A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 867

Mentioning Fairfax, Xenia's voice was laced with desperate hope, but he hadn't visited them a single time since they were locked up.

"Fairfax has enough on his plate just looking out for himself right now," Darleen sighed.

She didn't know the exact details of Fairfax's situation, but she could only pray he was surviving.

"I don't even know what Susanna is busy doing," Xenia complained. "She hasn't bothered to come see us either."

They needed money to make life bearable on the inside. Other inmates had family depositing funds into their commissary accounts, but since they arrived, no one had sent them a dime. When Harley visited, he hadn't given them anything. And Susanna—their only potential financial lifeline—was completely MIA.

Thinking of Susanna, Darleen's face darkened. "She's never cared about us. Never has, even when she was little."

Darleen was obviously furious with her. She shared Xenia's resentment—Susanna should have at least visited and deposited some cash. Yet Susanna had vanished without a trace. Completely useless.

The daughter who didn't care about them was useless, and the daughter who did care... was currently locked in a cell with her.

Oh, the irony.

"Susanna is so selfish," Xenia griped. "Doesn't she know how hard it is for us in here? Besides, this might be our final days. Couldn't she at least try to make our last bit of time a little more comfortable?"

Darleen was so angry she stopped talking altogether.

...

Back in Yoran Country.

Herbert's men had scoured the city but found no trace of Brinley, nor any confirmation of her death.

He simply didn't believe Starla possessed the cruelty to murder Brinley in cold blood. That just wasn't who she was.

So, the next morning, he showed up at her estate again.

Starla was just heading out. Seeing him standing there, her expression instantly turned cold.

"Your brother wants to speak with you," Herbert said, handing her his phone.

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