A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 879

"This isn't the time to be willful," Fairfax pressed, his heart in his throat.

"If I want to be willful, I'll deal with the consequences myself. Is that a problem?" Since the beginning, she had always been the only one left to pick up her own shattered pieces.

Her words felt like a physical blow to his chest. Suffocating. Agonizing.

Before hanging up, she fired a final warning, "Don't send your men. I don't want them, and I won't go with them." The line went dead.

Fairfax pinched the bridge of his nose, an intense headache building behind his eyes.

"Sir? Should we still send a team for the Madam?" Percy asked, carefully using her proper title now that he saw how desperate his boss was.

Fairfax took a deep drag of his cigarette, staring off into the horizon. "I'll go myself."

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