A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 857

He couldn't do it.

His renewed silence telegraphed a clear 'no.'

Starla nodded slowly. "Got it."

This was what he meant when he said he didn't want things to end up like this. She had compromised. He refused to give an inch.

What else was there to say?

She left with Reba. Herbert dragged a frustrated hand through his hair. By the time he walked out of the estate, Starla was long gone. Rudolf was waiting by the car.

The moment Herbert slid into the backseat, Rudolf turned to him. "Warren called."

"What does he want now?"

Warren. Brinley's biological father. The man who had begged Herbert to save Brinley the second Starla had left Marina City. Harriet Seabrook was too terrified to intervene, but the old man couldn't bear to let his daughter die.

Hearing the old man was calling again set Herbert's teeth on edge.

"Ms. Brinley is sick," Rudolf reported.

"Sick? With what?"

"Uremia."

Herbert froze. Kidney failure?

"That was fast."

"Yes. Warren's saying her blood type is incredibly rare, making a match nearly impossible. He's begging for your resources."

Herbert's expression darkened. "Can't he find one himself?"

Herbert didn't answer immediately. Just as Rudolf thought he would ignore the question, Herbert spoke.

"Make it happen," he ordered coldly.

Rudolf mentally sighed. The living truly couldn't compete with the dead.

"Understood," Rudolf said, quickly pulling out his phone. But he couldn't help but add one warning. "If Ms. Lansbury finds out, it's going to push her over the edge."

Saving Brinley's life once had already infuriated Starla. Now, moving mountains to find her an organ donor?

Herbert scowled. Just the thought of Starla fueled his frustration. Brinley had become a massive, impassable wall between them.

But Brinley...

Herbert took a long, agitated drag of his cigar.