A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 1312

That was precisely what tore at Starla the most. The Yelchins were the bane of her existence, yet her own flesh and blood had fallen into their trap. It was a bitter pill for anyone to swallow.

"Starla has been at the Hoggart Group offices all day yesterday and today," Rudolf noted. "It seems Mr. Hoggart wants her to take the reins on the legitimate side of the business."

The underworld dealings were off-limits for now. Everyone knew Starla's temperament. But the corporate empire? That was meant for her.

After all, Yardley had been nothing but a disappointment since Starla returned to Maxlandia last year.

"It's good for her," Herbert murmured. "She was never meant to be a pampered princess locked away in a tower. She needs a purpose."

Work would keep her grounded. Back in Smaro Town, he had noticed that when she had nothing to do, the life simply drained out of her. But this time was different. She had only been back in Maxlandia for a few days, yet the aura around her had completely shifted. In Smaro Town, she had been a ghost, devoid of hope, indifferent to whether she lived or died.

"She really has changed since coming back," Rudolf agreed. "In Smaro Town, she looked like a strong gust of wind would blow her away."

"She's finally made peace with it," Herbert smiled softly.

"Made peace?"

"With the Yelchins," Herbert clarified. The guilt over her mother's death and the Clark family's involvement had nearly destroyed her. But now, she was refusing to shoulder the blame for the Yelchins' sins. She had clarity.

"Having a purpose is everything," Rudolf mused. "Idle hands are the devil's playground for the mind."

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