Fairfax had always suspected Felix was somehow connected to Faraday's death, but he never had enough evidence to make the theory stick.
Before he knew about Brinley's dealings with Felix, they were just business rivals. No matter how intense their competition had been over the years, it seemed unlikely it would escalate to murder. So, despite his nagging doubts, he had dismissed the idea for lack of concrete proof.
But now, things were different. The moment he saw Brinley get into Felix's car, that suspicion ignited and spread like wildfire. Now, it had hardened into certainty.
Seeing Felix lying on the ground outside, covered in blood, sent a wave of terror through Brinley. Fairfax was actually capable of killing someone!
"Even if you won't acknowledge me as your daughter right now, please, just help me this one time," Brinley pleaded into the phone, her voice choked with desperation. "I really don't know what to do."
Her tone was bordering on a beg.
"You don't know what to do?" Harriet's voice was ice-cold on the other end. "You seemed to know exactly what you were doing when you were causing trouble for Starla at the Yelchin estate."
Brinley's breath hitched.
"If you don't handle this properly and it ends up dragging the Seabrook family down, you might as well be dead to me," Harriet continued, her tone venomous.
It was a reality everyone seemed to grasp now. Fairfax was only powerless against Starla; anyone else who crossed him would pay a heavy price.
Only Brinley had been foolish enough to think the Yelchins' current state of disarray made them harmless. And it was her carelessness that had led to Felix being nearly beaten to death by Fairfax.
That woman had always been pragmatic, and she'd raised Xenia to be the same. If it weren't for Xenia's character flaws, the Farley family wouldn't be looking down on them so much. Herbert Farley, in particular, made no effort to conceal his disgust for Xenia.
With the Yelchin family in such a state, Brinley felt her own position was precarious. How could she possibly have the leverage to help Quest?
It seemed his situation would have to wait until Harriet finished her business in Yoran Country and returned to deal with it herself.
Hearing Brinley's explanation, Harriet's voice sharpened with urgency. "You still haven't managed to sort out Quest's situation?"
"I can't even sort out my own situation!" Brinley cried out.

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