A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 492

Regret? Guilt? No, not anymore. After everything had spiraled this far, there was no room for such sentiments. All he felt was a desperate need to break free and regain control of the truth.

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Back at the Yelchin family estate, Sally had wanted to quit. She could see that Starla was determined to make Brinley’s life a living hell, and at her age, she wasn’t prepared to endure the fallout. She wanted out.

However, entering the Yelchin estate was far easier than leaving it. When she informed Starla’s staff of her intention to resign, they flatly refused and wouldn’t let her go. She argued her case but was ultimately powerless against their authority.

Defeated, Sally had no choice but to carve out a sliver of existence for herself in the suffocating mansion. As for Brinley, she couldn't afford to worry about her anymore. Starla’s staff had made the new rule clear: if you didn’t finish the food you earned through labor, your next portion would be cut in half. And so, Sally ate her lunch by herself.

Brinley waited in her room until three in the afternoon, but Sally never came to share her food. She hadn't eaten since the previous day and was already feeling dizzy and faint from hunger.

She mustered her remaining strength to find Sally, only to be told that she had already finished her meal.

“You’ve already eaten?” Brinley asked, incredulous.

“Yes,” Sally replied calmly.

“You…” Brinley’s face turned a sickly shade of green. Had Sally forgotten why her mother had sent her here? She was supposed to be taking care of her. Now that Starla was tormenting her, Sally should have been the one to shoulder the burden. Instead, she had eaten without a second thought for her.

Brinley’s expression darkened. “Then what am I supposed to eat?” she snapped. How could Sally eat and not even bother to check on her? What was the point of her even being here?

Seeing Brinley’s furious expression, Sally’s own face hardened. “Miss, in this situation, do you honestly think an old woman like me can still look after you? You saw what happened yesterday, and you heard what Starla said this morning.”

They had all eaten. Darleen, Xenia, and now Sally. Not a single person had thought to help her. Brinley’s face grew darker, her anger a storm with nowhere to go.

Sally glanced at Brinley and sighed. “You should go find Starla’s staff and get a task assignment while you still have the strength.”

“You want me to bow to her? I already did!” Brinley retorted, the memory of kneeling to Starla the previous night making her even more incensed. She had humbled herself, even gotten on her knees, and what had it gotten her? Absolutely nothing. And now she was supposed to go groveling again?

“Submitting to her doesn’t mean kneeling,” Sally explained patiently. “She doesn’t care about that. She respects people who work.”

Brinley scoffed. This wasn't about work; it was about revenge.