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.

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