A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 225

With Fairfax's intervention, Darleen and Brinley ultimately decided against calling the police, accepting his promise to bring the child back.

On his way back to Luwood Mountain, Fairfax received a call. Starla had been taken by force. And it was someone from Yoran Country.

The mention of Yoran Country again sent a dangerous chill through Fairfax. After hanging up, he immediately made another call.

"Block every exit out of Luwood Mountain!" he commanded, his voice laced with menace.

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Meanwhile, Starla's car was approaching the main road leading out of Luwood Mountain when they found several vehicles blocking the way.

"Miss," Garret said, his tone grim.

Starla closed her eyes for a moment before pulling out her phone and dialing Fairfax.

He answered almost instantly. "I'm three minutes away."

"Tell them to move," she said.

Both of their voices were deceptively calm, like the quiet before a volcanic eruption.

Fairfax didn't say another word, simply hanging up. The dial tone buzzed in Starla's ear, and the air around her grew colder. She took a deep breath.

"Garret, you should go back," she said, opening the car door and stepping out.

"But, Miss, you…"

"This thing between him and me… it'll just keep going like this unless we sever it completely."

It sounded like a question, but the certainty in his voice made it an accusation.

Starla looked at him, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "You're asking me?"

"Starla, she's not even a month old!" Fairfax's voice was tight with anger.

Before she could respond, he continued, his voice rising. "Do you have any idea how fragile a newborn is? We already have one in the ICU who might not make it! Do you know what they mean when they say a gust of wind could kill them? How could you be so reckless? What if something happens to her?"

The questions were a volley of raw fury, each one laced with an unshakeable conviction of her guilt.

Starla fell silent.

Fairfax drained his glass, then lit a cigarette, taking a long, hard drag. When he looked at her again, his eyes were devoid of any warmth.