A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 870

Fresh out of the shower, she was dressed in the exact same clothes she had been wearing the day she first arrived at the estate.

Seeing Yardley, Starla offered only a cold, fleeting glance before turning away and grabbing the handle of her suitcase, ready to walk out.

Yardley stepped forward and snatched the suitcase from her grip. "You've really got quite the temper, don't you?"

He had thought her threat about moving to Ravena Country was just an angry bluff. Now he saw she meant every word.

"Give it back!" Starla spat out.

"She was a dying woman anyway. Is it really worth getting this worked up over?" Yardley asked.

Herbert had told him everything—that Brinley was practically on her deathbed. In Yardley's world, someone like that wasn't even worth lifting a finger against. It was a waste of time and energy.

He hadn't expected Starla to be this fiercely enraged.

Hearing Yardley's dismissive tone, Starla shot him a look of absolute ice.

She didn't say a word. She just stared at him.

The coldness in her eyes lacked even a fraction of human warmth.

*Is it worth getting this worked up over?*

He was actually calling *her* petty? Did he think this was just a simple grudge she couldn't let go of?

Starla took a sharp breath, fighting back the sting in her nose.

"You've already killed her. Haven't you vented your anger yet?" Yardley asked softly, trying his best to soothe the furious little wildcat in front of him.

But his words only made the dangerous glint in Starla's eyes flare brighter.

"Starla."

Yardley reached out, intending to gently pat the top of her head.

Starla jerked away, dodging his hand completely.

His hand froze in mid-air.

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