A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 422

“Mom, what are you trying to say?” Brinley asked, her voice dangerously low.

“I’m saying you’ve ruined us, that’s what I’m saying!”

Darleen finally exploded, all the stress and humiliation of the past few days erupting in a torrent of anger directed at Brinley. To make matters worse, Harriet was still stuck in Yoran Country, with no sign of the swift resolution she had promised. If her situation was so dire that she had to handle it personally from a wheelchair, then it must be serious indeed. While Harriet was suffering there, they were living through their own hell here in Marina City.

Brinley scoffed. “Ruined you? Don’t act as if you would have ever allowed Starla’s child to be born into the Yelchin family in the first place!”

Darleen was speechless.

“And don’t think my mother’s troubles in Yoran Country are as bad as you imagine,” Brinley continued, her voice dripping with scorn. “In fact, I just got off the phone with her. She said everything is almost resolved.”

It was a blatant lie. She hadn’t spoken to her mother. But Darleen’s sudden hostility had forced her hand.

Brinley knew exactly why her mother-in-law’s attitude had shifted. Darleen was a pragmatist, a user. She treated you like gold as long as you were beneficial to the family. The moment she sensed you had lost your value, you were less than human. Starla was a perfect example!

The lie seemed to give Darleen pause.

“Starla isn’t doing this because of her lost children,” Brinley declared confidently.

“Then why?”

“Only you would know the answer to that,” Brinley shot back. “This time, she’s targeting the entire Yelchin family, but it’s all because of you.”

Starla sat calmly, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Why go to the hospital?” she said, her voice laced with ice. “It’s a minor injury. She’s not going to die.”

“Starla!” Fairfax roared. He had been forced to walk home, and his temper was already frayed. Her callous words sent a surge of pure rage through him.

Starla met his furious gaze without flinching. “Am I wrong? When I was hemorrhaging from my miscarriage, you all told me it was just a heavy period and that I wouldn’t die. Your sister has a small cut and has lost a little blood. Why are you so concerned?”

Fairfax and Darleen were struck silent, her words echoing their own past cruelty back at them.