A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 480

He had learned from his previous mistakes; confronting her by force was pointless. He knew her people were formidable. And while he had his own men, he also knew that calling them in would only prompt Starla to summon even more.

Besides, deep down, he didn't want things between them to escalate to that point.

But his restraint and patience had not been rewarded with any sign of moderation from her. Just now, when he had told her to stop, she had simply walked to the dining table and sat down.

The maids began serving her breakfast with practiced efficiency, creating a surreal scene for the onlookers.

The Yelchin family had barely eaten in days. The sight of the steaming-hot Pasty and Tortellini made everyone's mouths water; they could almost hear themselves swallowing. Even Darleen, in the middle of her furious tirade, fell silent.

Starla took a bite of a Pasty. "Mm, this Pasty is excellent today. The filling is delicious."

She had been consuming nothing but bland nutritional supplements for some time. While good for her health, they were tasteless, and she was growing tired of them.

"If you like it, miss, please have more," Garret said respectfully.

"I will."

Starla ate several more in quick succession, making the hungry onlookers practically drool.

After finishing half a basket of Tortellini and half a basket of Pasty, followed by a bowl of soup, she finally felt satisfied. Full and content, she slowly turned her gaze to Fairfax. The fire in his eyes looked ready to burn everything in its path.

"Do I have to be standing still to be worthy of hearing you speak?"

Her question snapped everyone back to reality. Fairfax felt a sharp jolt in his chest. This was how she spoke to him now, every word laced with barbs.

She had never been like this before. Why had she changed so drastically? Was it all because he had refused to grant her a divorce? Was that what had fueled such deep-seated hatred, causing her to torment him relentlessly?

She spat the word 'foolish' with biting sarcasm. From Starla's perspective, the question Fairfax had just asked was beyond foolish.

Hearing the word, Fairfax's anger surged. "Starla, stop, that's enough!"

"The one who needs to stop is you, Fairfax," Starla retorted, the smile vanishing from her face. Her eyes, now fixed on him, were filled with an icy chill.

"You saw something with your own two eyes, yet you still manage to drag me into it, and you have the audacity to tell me to stop? How could I possibly stop? Let me make one thing clear; this isn't over."

Stop? The moment Brinley dared to implicate her, this affair was destined to be far from over.

Hearing Starla's words, Brinley felt a cold dread creep through her, her body stiffening. She knew exactly what those words meant. Her own personal hell was about to begin in the Yelchin estate.