Fairfax's face turned livid with rage. As Starla hung up, he snarled, "Who was that? Herbert?"
Starla didn't bother to answer. He always brought up Herbert. As if on cue, her phone rang again. It was him.
She glanced at the caller ID and answered. "Mr. Farley."
"Herbert," he corrected from the other end.
She hesitated. Calling him by his first name felt too familiar, though she supposed it was appropriate. Recently, he had provided her with immense help.
Fairfax, who had already seen the name on the screen, was simmering. Hearing her easy tone with Herbert was like watching them flirt right in front of him, and the barely contained fury inside him erupted.
"Brinley's baby is missing. Do you know about it?" Herbert asked.
"Do you think I took her, Herbert?" she asked quietly. Tanya had already voiced her suspicions on the phone earlier. She loathed Brinley and the children she bore, but she would never stoop so low as to harm a baby. She had used her brother Yardley's influence to go after Harriet, indirectly hurting Brinley, but she drew the line at children.
"You wouldn't," Herbert said without a moment's hesitation.
His simple words brought a lump to Starla's throat. A relative stranger trusted her character more than the man she had shared her life with. A bitter smile touched her lips. "Thank you for your trust."
"I imagine the Yelchins are all blaming you right now, aren't they?" he asked.
Starla's expression hardened. "You seem to know the Yelchins quite well."
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