A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1201

"Once Romy makes her move, the secret that Herbert and I are still alive might be exposed."

And she did not want that!

Right now, she and Herbert were in the same boat. Whether Romy was coming for her or for him, it spelled disaster!

Hearing her words, Herbert tightened his hold on her. "What made you suddenly think of this?"

"I just feel like... I don't have the energy for any more chaos in my future. Life is so short. We can't spend it constantly fighting, especially..."

Especially what?

Starla paused, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Especially not wasting it on people who don't matter."

Herbert went silent.

Hearing the phrase "people who don't matter" made his heart give an involuntary lurch.

Who fell into that category for her? Fairfax, or him?

Fairfax was definitely out of the picture—that much was certain.

But the way Herbert saw it, he had probably become just another irrelevant person to her as well.

"Romy definitely came here with an agenda. That girl isn't as simple as she seems," Starla said.

Her intuition was making her deeply uneasy.

She couldn't let Romy ruin everything.

"I know," Herbert replied. "I'll have Rudolf take care of it."

Starla closed her eyes.

This was the first time she had ever genuinely wanted someone eliminated. She... really didn't want it to come to this!

But Romy's sudden appearance here was clearly a threat.

Starla was exhausted.

The peaceful tranquility of Smaro Town had suddenly taken a dark, eerie turn with Romy's arrival...

At the same time, chaos was brewing in Maxlandia.

Hearing the threat, the maid’s face darkened further. "There is no need for such theatrics, Ms. Yelchin. Sir has treated you so well, yet you use this to blackmail him?"

"Shut up and tell him to come see me!" Susanna screamed hysterically.

Treated her well?

Whoever wanted his twisted version of 'well' could have it. She certainly didn't care for it!

She never had.

Why did they have to push her into a corner?

Her chest ached with panic.

Grabbing a fruit knife from the tray, she pressed the blade against her neck.

Seeing that she was actually going through with it, the maid had no choice but to report the situation.

It seemed the extreme method was actually going to work...