A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 472

The words had barely left his mouth when the bat crashed down on his back with a sickening thud. Felix gasped, the impact so forceful it felt as if Fairfax had tried to knock his organs out of his body.

Before he could even catch his breath, another blow landed.

Fairfax was like a raging lion, swinging the bat wildly at Felix, with several blows landing squarely on his head.

At first, Felix hadn't tried to move, but as he realized Fairfax was genuinely trying to kill him, he curled into a ball, trying desperately to protect his head and scramble away.

From the car not far away, Brinley watched the brutal assault, her entire body shaking with fear.

"Stop it! Stop hitting me! Ah—" Felix screamed in agony.

For Brinley, trapped in the car, every second was an eternity of torment. Finally, she dialed her mother's number.

Harriet answered quickly. "Hello?"

Her voice was weary and listless. Even through the phone, Brinley could hear the exhaustion and defeat in her tone. Clearly, things in Yoran Country were not going well.

"Mom, you have to help me! Save me!" Brinley cried, abandoning all pretense of composure.

"What's wrong?" Harriet asked, alarmed.

"It's... my relationship with Felix... Fairfax found out! What do I do? He's going to beat Felix to death, and he knows I'm in the car!"

Brinley's words tumbled out in a panicked, incoherent rush.

She was frantic. Her problems in Yoran Country were already overwhelming, and now Brinley had managed to expose her affair with Felix to the entire Yelchin family.

Hearing her own mother say such things, Brinley's tears flowed freely. "Mom—"

"I'm not your mother! How could I have a daughter like you? I told you time and time again that some things should never be done, but you just wouldn't listen!"

Harriet had always been against Brinley's involvement with Felix. And now she was supposed to save her? How? They were caught red-handed, right under Fairfax's nose.

Inside the car, Brinley listened to her mother's merciless tirade, a wave of despair washing over her.

Outside, Felix's own desperate struggle was ending. He had stopped moving, lying motionless on the ground, beaten into silence.