A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 611

Hearing Fairfax's words, Gabriel instantly grasped the chilling implication.

If this was truly Felix's endgame, his cruelty was on an entirely different level. And Brinley? She was simply repulsive.

But a plot like this wasn't impossible. Back when Felix was ruthlessly competing against Faraday, everyone assumed it was just standard corporate warfare. However, factoring in his illicit affair with Brinley—and the undeniable truth that he was the father of her child—it all clicked into place.

Felix's grand ambition was exactly what Fairfax suspected: planting his own bloodline to inherit the Yelchin empire!

Fairfax's hands balled into tight fists, his entire demeanor radiating a cold, lethal danger.

"What's the situation with the elder Fowler?"

Gabriel kept his voice level. "He's been persistently demanding an audience with you."

"See me? Hah!" Fairfax let out a dark, hollow laugh. "He certainly raised a fine son."

The Fowler family had only relocated to Marina City a few years ago. For newcomers, their arrogance was staggering.

How could a nobody like Felix harbor such massive ambitions on his own? Right now, Fairfax didn't care to unravel why the old man had targeted the Yelchins. The only thing that mattered was that Faraday's death was tied to Felix, and because of that, the Fowler family was going to burn.

Fairfax closed his eyes, his voice slicing through the tense silence. "Stick to the plan."

The words were practically ground through his teeth.

From the moment he discovered Brinley's affair with Felix, Fairfax had been meticulously weaving a net around the Fowler Group. If Faraday's death had been unrelated to Felix, he might have taken his time pulling the strings tight.

How could a simple death ever be enough? He wanted to rip her apart with his bare hands.

Because of the deep bond he shared with his brother, Fairfax had sworn to take care of Brinley and the child after Faraday's passing. He had taken on his brother's responsibilities, standing by them even as it drove a wedge into his own marriage.

Starla had fought with him over it. She had screamed, cried, and fought tooth and nail, but bound by duty—and entirely blind to Brinley's manipulative theatrics—he hadn't wavered in his support.

That misplaced loyalty had cost him everything. It had shattered Starla's trust and ultimately driven his wife away for good. Brinley was the root cause of his broken marriage.

And now this woman dared to ask if her death would make things right?

He had lost the love of his life, and the Yelchin family was bleeding out—all because of her. No, her simply dying would never even the score.