A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 667

Brinley felt like she was going crazy listening to Harriet scream.

When Brinley admitted there was absolutely no way to satisfy Starla's demands right now, Harriet completely lost it on the other end of the line.

"This is all your fault! Your dirty little deals with Felix Fowler have dragged our entire family down!"

"How did I ever raise a daughter like you? If I'd known you were going to be this much of a disaster, I never would have had you!"

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Brinley cried, panic spiking as her own mother turned against her.

"I'm going to issue a public statement disowning you! It's because of you that I'm taking all this crossfire! If it weren't for you, why would Starla be trying to utterly destroy me?"

Harriet had been seething with rage for days. She couldn't even manage a flight back to Marina City. Knowing Brinley was stuck there and utterly failing to handle the crisis was the last straw. She was venting every ounce of her frustration over the phone.

Hearing those harsh accusations—and especially the threat of a public disownment—made Brinley's blood run ice-cold.

"You're... you're going to disown me?"

"Yes! I can't afford a daughter like you! I don't know where I went wrong raising you, but you're an absolute embarrassment and you've ruined everything!"

These were disasters Harriet couldn't fix. If cutting ties with her daughter was the price to make her own headaches disappear, Harriet was more than willing to pay it!

In Brinley's world, the Seabrook family had always been the thickest, most impenetrable glass wall protecting her. Now, with Harriet's words, that wall shattered into a million pieces.

The Seabrooks had always been her safety net. In the past, no matter what trouble she got into, she just had to run home, and her family would make it go away.

But now... everyone used to say she was Harriet's pampered princess. Could someone please tell her what kind of princess she was now?

Discarded the second things got tough—was that how royalty was treated? She was nothing.

"Why... why are all of you backing me into a corner? Will you only be happy when I'm dead?!"

Felix was pressuring her, and now her own mother was doing the same. Her life was already a living nightmare, and with these impossible ultimatums closing in from all sides, Brinley genuinely felt she couldn't go on living.

Everyone was forcing her hand.

Unmoved by her daughter's breakdown, Harriet snapped back impatiently. "How are we forcing your hand? Didn't you bring this entire disaster upon yourself?!"

"..." A disaster... ha. Hahaha.

"And why did I do it? Wasn't it all because of what you wanted?!" Brinley roared into the phone.

In the past, she had always harbored a healthy fear of Harriet.