A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 881

In the past, Herbert Farley had always steered clear of anything related to Starla. But ever since he arrived in Yoran Country... No, to be exact, ever since he laid his cards on the table about his feelings for her, he would actively interfere anywhere Fairfax Yelchin was involved. To say he still had feelings for Starla wasn't quite accurate. It was more like he had finally found a convenient excuse to relentlessly suppress Fairfax. Because of Starla, his attacks had become perfectly justified—and entirely ruthless.

But Fairfax never expected that Herbert would stick his nose into the Black Sea affairs.

"Does Yardley Hoggart know he's meddling in the Black Sea?" Fairfax asked.

He wasn't the only one keeping a close eye on the region; Yardley had it under intense surveillance as well.

Amos Kunan leaned back. "He sent his people in secretly. He's definitely bypassing Yardley."

Hearing the word 'bypassing,' a dark, calculating smile crept onto Fairfax's lips. "Well, now this is getting interesting."

According to all their intelligence, Yardley and Herbert were on incredibly good terms. Yet the Black Sea operation was something Yardley had always kept an iron grip on. For Herbert to secretly infiltrate it—and specifically hide it from Yardley—changed everything.

"That's why I've been saying, your wife might be trapped in some kind of twisted game over in Yoran Country," Amos pointed out.

Fairfax wasn't the only one who smelled a rat. Amos had been the first to notice something was off. He had never bought into the idea that Yardley was just a doting older brother, even if he treated Starla exceptionally well. If it were simply guilt over his sister being lost for so many years, Starla could have returned to Yoran and lived like a carefree princess. But they both knew what Reba had been putting Starla through lately. Judging by the intense training she was receiving, the situation was far more sinister than a happy family reunion.

Fairfax shot Amos a heavy look.

"Don't panic just yet," Amos said smoothly. "Your wife has been fighting you at every turn. Even if you reach out, she won't necessarily listen to you. Right now, your priority needs to be handling the Black Sea situation personally."

Something was undeniably wrong with Starla's circumstances, but it wasn't a mess Fairfax could untangle overnight.

Fairfax took a deep, tight breath. His chest constricted.

"If you're really that worried, send Seymour to Yoran," Amos suggested.

Seymour. Percy's brother. Fairfax had originally planned to send Seymour to the Black Sea while he went to pick up Starla himself. But with the Black Sea situation reaching a boiling point, Amos's proposal made sense: send Seymour straight to Yoran. Anyone who had spent time in Cyrus Sea knew exactly what Seymour was capable of. Protecting one woman would be a walk in the park for him.

Fairfax's brows remained tightly knitted. He clearly still wasn't at ease. Knowing how complicated the people around Starla were right now, he couldn't feel entirely safe sending anyone to her side.

"Look," Amos sighed, "if your wife finds out you're stressing like this, she'll probably just mock you for it."

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