A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 439

Fairfax returned with Xenia the next morning. It was unclear how he had managed it, but her fever was gone, and he had a bag of medication.

As they entered, Starla was sitting at the dining table, enjoying her breakfast. Darleen shot Starla a venomous glare before helping Xenia upstairs. After the terrifying night she’d had, she couldn’t bear to even look at her.

Fairfax sat down across from Starla. There was only one breakfast set out on the large table. Her cruelty was as petty as it was absolute.

He glanced at her sumptuous meal and frowned. “The doctor said Xenia needs to eat nutritious food for the next few days.”

“Which doctor treated her?” Starla asked, her tone icy.

The dangerous edge in her voice made Fairfax’s heart sink, and he glared at her.

Starla met his gaze. “A quack.”

Fairfax’s temper flared, and a wave of fury washed over him.

“Starla, she was sick! And you know damn well why!” he exploded. “You think you have no responsibility in this?”

After the hellish night he’d endured, Fairfax’s patience was gone. Faced with Starla’s cold indifference, he finally broke.

Starla stared at him, her expression unreadable.

“She went to see Herbert yesterday and came back injured,” Fairfax raged. “And you still forced her to do all that work? You were trying to kill her! Does the Yelchin family look like it’s short on money or maids? Why are you tormenting her like this? You want something washed? I’ll hire a hundred people to wash it for you!”

He was losing it. The Yelchins had never been subjected to such humiliation. Starla’s crude tactics had completely eroded any respect he had left for her.

“No, it’s a warning,” Fairfax said, his voice hard. “It’s wise not to burn all your bridges.”

Starla let out a soft laugh. “You don’t need to worry about me. If I’m willing to do this to the Yelchin family, it means I have no intention of leaving any bridges standing.”

Burning bridges? That was advice the Yelchins should have taken themselves. If they had known when to show a little mercy, things would never have come to this.

Starla finished her nourishing soup and set down her spoon.

“And don’t listen to that quack who treated Xenia,” she said as she stood up. “It was just a cold. All this talk about nutrition is nonsense.”

Garret appeared with her coat. It seemed she was going out.