A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 93

Inside Harriet's hospital room, she was stewing in the most profound humiliation of her life. Every slight movement sent a jolt of agony through her body; even using the restroom was impossible on her own.

“Hiss… damn that Starla,” she muttered, feeling as though every bone in her body was broken. Her mind was consumed with a singular thought: tearing Starla to pieces.

But one thing bothered her. Why had Herbert gone to such lengths to help Starla against her? Could it be because he knew…?

The thought made Harriet’s scarred face freeze. But then she dismissed it. Impossible, right? Herbert hadn't found out after all these years. Why would he discover it now?

She couldn't unravel the mystery of why Herbert had intervened so dramatically. Just then, Fairfax walked in. An icy aura emanated from him, instantly plunging the room's temperature.

“Fairfax? What are you doing here?” Harriet was surprised to see him.

Fairfax was nothing like Faraday. Though they were twins, Faraday had a gentle, approachable demeanor—at least on the surface. What he was like in private was anyone’s guess. But Fairfax, whether in public or private, was terrifyingly grim.

As Harriet met the coldness in his eyes, her heart instinctively clenched.

Fairfax pulled a chair to the bedside and sat down. He took out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke quickly filling the room.

Harriet’s annoyance flared. Smoking in an elder’s hospital room? What kind of behavior was that?

But she didn’t dare say anything. Instead, her face grew stern. “Is there something you need from me?” she asked, her tone deliberately severe, a reminder that she was, after all, his elder.

Fairfax took another two drags, then exhaled a plume of smoke right in her direction.

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