A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 459

Brinley took several deep breaths, but she couldn't calm the turmoil in her chest. She felt that Starla might know something, but she wasn't sure. So she didn't dare speak rashly.

"The floor is cold. You should get up," Starla said casually. "After all, medical resources are quite limited at the Yelchin estate these days."

Her dismissive tone felt like a slap in the face. A wave of humiliation washed over Brinley, so intense she wanted to rip apart Starla's condescending facade.

But she had already knelt. It would be a total loss if she couldn't achieve her goal. Suppressing the suffocation in her chest, Brinley pressed her forehead to the floor.

"I want to go to the hospital to see my son. Please!"

The position wasn't just a show of sincerity; it was a way to hide the fury and shame burning in her eyes.

At her words, Starla laughed mockingly. "You say that as if I'm the one stopping you. Go ahead. Visit your child whenever you like."

The residents of the Yelchin estate were free to come and go. As long as they had the energy, they could walk as far as they wanted.

Starla's deliberate taunt made Brinley feel like she was choking. "But no cars can get in, and the cars here can't leave without your permission. I have no way to get there."

Brinley felt utterly humiliated, but she continued to play the part of the weak, helpless woman.

Her act only made Starla scoff. "No way? Don't you have two legs?"

Did she think she was a man, so easily swayed by such a pathetic performance? That trick might work on men, but to another woman, her pitiful tone was just nauseating.

"I had a difficult postpartum recovery. I'm very weak right now. Please, try to understand," Brinley pleaded.

Brinley’s breathing became ragged. Answer? How could she? Starla was trying to force her to confess to her past crimes.

Before she could respond, Starla continued, "And the day you went into labor, you pushed me on purpose, didn't you? How did you know I was pregnant?"

No one had known at the time. She hadn't even told Fairfax. Yet Brinley knew. She was truly remarkable—scheming to make her lose her child even while giving birth to her own.

"I… I don't know what you're talking about," Brinley stammered, her whole body trembling.

She couldn't admit it. She had failed to frame Starla for her child's death. If Starla got this on tape, she would undoubtedly be sent to prison.

Life was hard now, but jail was a fate she refused to accept.