Elmer was desperate to make up for his past mistakes with his daughter, and Yardley's reckless behavior was pushing every button.
Starla let out a slow breath. She walked right up to Yardley and raised her hand.
*Smack!*
The sharp crack of the slap echoed through the grand hall. Everyone froze, staring in stunned disbelief. Even Elmer was speechless.
Yardley's eyes went from shock to pure, unadulterated fury.
"Yesterday, you pulled a gun on Luce over that woman," Starla said, her voice lethally calm. "And today, you're here for your own sister's life, aren't you?"
"Starla!" Yardley snarled.
"You're so convinced I killed her?"
Yardley gritted his teeth, his chest heaving. The veins on the back of his hands bulged as if he were fighting the urge to snap her neck. "Who else could it be?"
"Who else?" Starla laughed mockingly. "How about your actual enemies?"
Yardley went completely rigid. Elmer's expression darkened.
"Do I need to remind you what's been happening with the Clark family lately?" she demanded.



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