A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 908

He had no intention of going near an airport or a harbor!

Having honed his survival skills in the lawless Cyrus Sea region, Seymour knew perfectly well that Herbert and Yardley would be tearing the country apart looking for her.

"Where are we going?" Starla asked from the backseat, her tone freezing.

"The Black Sea!"

"Ha!"

Herbert had demanded she go to the Black Sea. Now, after being hijacked by Fairfax's men, she was being dragged to the exact same destination.

It seemed the universe had decided she was going there, no matter what.

Her phone vibrated. Yardley's name flashed on the screen. The sight of it triggered a wave of disgust, and she instantly rejected the call.

Back in Marina City, whenever Yardley called, she used to feel a rush of warmth. He was her flesh and blood—her family! Growing up in an orphanage, the care she had received was nothing like the unconditional love of a real family. She had adored the protective affection he offered.

But this return to Yoran Country had taught her a brutal lesson.

The crushing disappointment and heartbreak made her fully realize what betrayal truly felt like.

Her phone rang again. After a moment of hesitation, Starla answered and pressed it to her ear, saying nothing.

In the past, she would have eagerly greeted him with a warm, 'Brother'. But now, the word was choked in her throat, impossible to say.

"Starla," the man's voice came through, clearly sensing the icy chasm between them. "Are you really refusing to even call me your brother anymore?"

"There's no need for that."

Listen to her—so detached and cynical!

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