A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 367

Back at the Yelchin estate, Darleen tried to get someone to help her with Fairfax. She first called out to Starla’s staff, who were the only people visible in the foyer, but they ignored her completely. The blatant disrespect made the once-pampered matriarch see red.

Finally, she managed to find the old Yelchin family butler and had him and another servant carry Fairfax upstairs to his own room. There was no question of taking him to Starla's—even if she'd wanted to, the hallway outside Starla's suite was swarming with her people.

As they laid him on the bed, Fairfax began to murmur in his drunken stupor. "Starla… Starla…"

Darleen’s face turned green with rage. "You're still thinking about her?" she hissed. That woman had spent the entire day making their lives a living hell, and here her pathetic son was, whispering her name.

Fairfax, lost to the world, continued his litany. "Starla…"

Furious, Darleen spun on her heel and stormed out. Her hunger had vanished, replaced by a searing anger. She went straight to her room to sleep. And Xenia was now staying in one of the guest rooms.

After such a trying day, Darleen was exhausted. But just as she was drifting off, a loud clattering from downstairs jolted her awake. She grabbed her phone and squinted at the screen. Five in the morning.

Incensed, she threw on a robe and marched to the source of the noise. The sounds were coming from the living room and kitchen. Standing at the top of the stairs, she yelled, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Making breakfast for our lady," one of the maids replied coldly from below.

"At this hour?" Darleen snapped.

This time, there was no reply, only the sharp, rhythmic sound of chopping from the kitchen.

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