A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 780

With the Yelchin family eradicated and the Farley family still standing, the truth was glaringly obvious. It wasn't some hidden mastermind pulling the strings in the dark.

It was Herbert. Why was it Herbert?

Why was he helping Brinley?

Starla's hands curled into fists, her entire body trembling slightly. She stared at his back, her vision blurring as a visceral, tearing sensation ripped through her mind. The image of the man she thought she knew violently clashed with the reality of what she had just heard.

She had no idea how she managed to walk back inside the house. Her face was entirely drained of color.

The butler noticed her pallor and stepped forward, concerned. "Miss, are you feeling unwell? Should I call for the doctor?"

"No, I'm fine," Starla muttered, shaking her head.

She drifted into the dining room like a ghost and sank into her chair. Her mind was a chaotic loop of his words by the fountain, intertwined with the secretive phone call she had overheard at the airport.

How could he be the one helping Brinley? Why would he do it?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn't even notice when Herbert walked into the room and took the seat directly across from her.

"Starla?"

She didn't react.

"Starla?" he called again, his brow furrowing.

She flinched, finally snapping back to reality, and looked at him with a dazed expression. "What?"

"Where did you go just now? I called your name twice."

What was she thinking about? She was thinking about the phone call he had just made. She was thinking about why he was the one keeping Brinley alive.

Starla shook her head, forcing a neutral expression. "Nothing."

She kept the revelation buried, but the fortress of suspicion she had built against him suddenly fortified itself into an impenetrable wall.

Noticing her pale complexion, Herbert's eyes darkened with concern. "Are you sick? Should I have the family doctor come take a look at you?"

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