A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 643

Herbert Farley had promised to take Starla skiing. The recent blizzards had finally passed, and the clearing skies made for perfect conditions on the slopes.

Just as she ended the call with him, Garret stepped into the room. "Darleen wants to see you."

Starla raised an eyebrow. The image of the older woman physically attacking Brinley flashed through her mind, and she let out a soft chuckle. "What for? To ask my permission to kill Brinley?"

It was no secret that Darleen despised the other woman now. Forced together under Starla's thumb, the two were practically prisoners sharing a cell, constantly at each other's throats.

"It didn't seem like it," Garret replied.

"Let her in."

It was deeply ironic. The Yelchin family estate was still the same grand mansion—same walls, same lavish decor. The only thing that had changed was the family itself. Their perfectly curated lives had been completely obliterated, falling apart so fast no one could stop the bleeding.

A moment later, Darleen walked in. Though she kept her distance, the sharp stench of someone who hadn't showered in days drifted across the room. Brinley smelled even worse.

Mimicking the exact expression of disgust the Yelchin women used to give her, Starla wrinkled her nose. "Open a window. Let it air out," she instructed a nearby maid.

The maid nodded and pushed open a large pane of glass.

Starla hadn't explicitly said Darleen stank, but the sheer revulsion on her face delivered an unprecedented wave of humiliation straight to the older woman's core.

Like Fairfax, she stood there in total silence. He had come in earlier and said absolutely nothing. Now, Darleen was doing the same. When it came to the murder of her mother, neither of them had the slightest clue how to begin.

Starla arched a brow. "If you don't have a reason for being here, I assume you're just trying to slack off from your chores?"

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