A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 868

Starla gave Herbert a flat look and didn't bother replying.

"Starla," Herbert pressed.

She ignored him entirely and walked away.

The weather today was bright and sunny, but to Starla, the sky felt choked with dark, heavy clouds.

She spent the entire morning at the shooting range. Her focus was sharp, her aim flawless. Even Reba remarked on how much she had improved today.

Starla accepted the praise in silence.

It wasn't until noon, when she finally put her weapon down, that she called Garret.

"Did you send the item to Herbert's?"

"Yes, delivered exactly as you instructed!"

"And the inside was prepped?"

"Don't worry, it's all handled," Garret assured her.

"Good," Starla hummed, a faint, cold smile touching her lips.

He wanted Brinley back? Fine. She'd give him a box...

...

Meanwhile, at Herbert's residence.

When he opened the package and found an urn full of ashes, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Starla had always seemed so gentle and soft-spoken, but this... this was the move of a madwoman!

He immediately called her.

She answered on the first ring. "I gave her back to you. Don't ever come asking me for her again."

Her voice dripped with mocking amusement. Even through the phone, Herbert could vividly picture the cold, defiant look on that beautiful, usually gentle face.

She had really...

"You're lying to me, right?" Herbert asked, his voice shaking with absolute frost.

An urn.

He refused to believe Starla had actually murdered Brinley.

...

Back at Herbert's.

Staring at the urn, his face had gone a sickly shade of pale green. He whipped his head toward Rudolf. "Go get this tested!"

He spat the words through gritted teeth.

It was glaringly obvious that he still didn't believe Starla was capable of something so gruesome. Yet, with the evidence sitting right in front of him, it was getting harder to deny.

With anyone else... she probably wouldn't be this ruthless.

But Brinley had drained every last drop of Starla's patience a long time ago. Now that she had fallen into Starla's hands, it was highly likely she had met a brutal end.

"Yes, Sir," Rudolf nodded, rushing out to confirm the identity of the remains.

In that moment, Rudolf also realized how utterly terrifying Starla could be. Actually, no—he had sensed it when she dismantled the Yelchin family. She looked soft, but there was a core of pure ruthlessness inside her.

That ruthlessness was fully unleashed whenever she dealt with the Yelchins or Brinley.

And now, she was turning it on Herbert!

The fact that she hadn't attacked Herbert directly was already her showing him mercy...