A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 940

When Amos explained the gesture, Fairfax's expression shifted into something intensely complicated.

"I..."

"She even bought the most expensive arrangement, worried you wouldn't rest in peace," Amos teased.

Fairfax stayed quiet.

"See? She still cares about you deep down," Amos said, offering a rare moment of comfort.

Even with Herbert and Yardley coming at him like rabid dogs, making Amos feel like this whole ordeal wasn't worth the trouble, Fairfax's stubborn refusal to let go meant Amos had no choice but to support him. Amos was highly adaptable—he could digest and accept whatever the situation threw at him.

Unsurprisingly, the comment instantly lifted Fairfax's spirits.

"When they change my dressings later, tell them to use extra ointment," Fairfax demanded.

Amos blinked. "You do realize healing faster has nothing to do with slathering on more cream, right?"

"Just do it!"

Amos sighed. Well, at least the man had found his will to live again.

"Alright, fine. Extra ointment. Want to double up on your painkillers, too?"

Fairfax shot him a lethal glare.

"Okay, okay, normal dosage!" Amos raised his hands in surrender, marveling at the logic. The guy actually thought taking twice the medication would cut his recovery time in half.

"General Licht has lived too long," Fairfax said, his tone suddenly turning ice-cold.

Amos froze. "Wait... what are you planning? Let me warn you right now, going after him is incredibly dangerous."

Was Fairfax actually planning to assassinate the old general? Pulling that off would be a logistical nightmare.

"Any threat to her needs to be eliminated," Fairfax stated with absolute finality.

"It doesn't matter what the situation was," Fairfax said grimly. "Things are already in motion. The only way out is to cut the problem off at the source."

And to Fairfax, the source of the problem was General Licht.

Amos nodded slowly, understanding the grim necessity. If Licht wasn't dealt with, he would spend the rest of his life hunting Starla.

A predator lurking in the shadows was a lethal threat to a target out in the open.

Amos crossed his arms. "I still can't wrap my head around why Herbert and Yardley are even entertaining Licht's offers."

Licht was demanding Yardley's own sister and the woman Herbert supposedly loved. Any normal person would have shut down negotiations immediately.

Yet, they were actively haggling over her price.

"The temptation must be massive," Fairfax muttered.

Amos shook his head. Temptation? Maybe if they were negotiating over money or territory. But the currency was Starla.