A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 661

For the first time, Brinley Seabrook had to actually follow through on something she said.

In the past, whenever she made a dramatic threat, the people around her would rush to stop her, often shifting the blame onto Starla Lansbury. She was entirely too used to everyone protecting her.

But now, faced with actually delivering on her words for the very first time, how could she do it? This was a matter of life and death!

Seeing her frozen in place, Starla's expression sharpened into ice. "Well?"

"I don't want to die!"

Living was easy. Dying? That was terrifyingly permanent. Once you were gone, you lost everything. Brinley had always been inherently selfish, a trait coddled into her by years of being treated like a fragile princess. Someone like her could never willingly give up her own life. She couldn't bear to part with it.

Backed into a corner by Starla's relentless pressure, she blurted it out straight: "I'm not dying!"

Wasn't she supposed to be a woman of her word? Starla had taken her careless bluff seriously, and now what?! If Starla could hold her to her words, couldn't she also allow her to take them back?

"So you won't trade," Starla said coolly. "Then your child will just have to die on his own."

"You can't be this vicious! He's just a baby."

"I'm not the one killing him," Starla replied.

Brinley was speechless.

"I have never harmed him."

It was true. Starla wasn't the cause of the child's suffering, nor did she have any intention of actively hurting him. Even though Brinley had caused Starla to lose her own unborn children twice, Starla had never once considered murdering Brinley's child for revenge. Her choice right now was simply... not to save him.

Brinley's heart gave a violent tremble. "You can't just watch him die!"

"I'm not at the hospital, am I? So how exactly am I watching him die?"

If she hadn't already lost everything else, joining the Fowler family would have been her only decent way out. In the past, if Felix had treated her this way, she would have cut ties instantly.

Starla said nothing, merely watching her.

The moment the call connected, a cold sweat broke out across Brinley's forehead. "No, don't..."

She shook her head and lunged forward instinctively to snatch the phone, but two maids smoothly intercepted her, holding her back.

"Let go of me! You can't make that call!"

No matter how frantically Brinley struggled, it was utterly futile. Garret's call went through, and following Starla's exact instructions, he delivered the message to the man on the other end of the line.

"Mr. Fowler," Garret said smoothly, "Ms. Brinley offered to trade her life for the child's. Regardless of why that baby needs to live, or what importance he holds to you, she has now backed out."