A Widow's Poison A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 558

Brinley had done it on purpose, shoving her most pathetic, disheveled self right in front of Starla.

She wanted Starla to see just how tormented she had become, hoping the sight would move her to let her go.

Unfortunately for her, she had miscalculated badly.

Starla was no saint. She might find it in her heart to show mercy to someone, but never to a Yelchin—and certainly not to Brinley, the one who had cost her a child.

Garret chimed in, “She never had a shred of mercy in her life. How could she ever expect it from you?”

“You’re right,” Starla’s smile deepened. “But she is expecting it, isn’t she?”

…

An hour and a half later, Fairfax arrived at the old Yelchin family estate. Just as he reached the gate, his phone rang again. It was Annika.

“Are you planning to leave me stranded on the streets tonight?” she snapped, her voice devoid of any pleasantries.

Her health was already fragile, and she desperately needed to rest. But since leaving the nursing home, she had nowhere to go, and all flights were booked. With no updates from Fairfax, Annika’s patience had run out.

A cold gust of wind whipped around Fairfax’s neck, seeping into his clothes as if it knew exactly where to find him. He was freezing.

Hearing Annika’s fury, Fairfax sighed. “Just try to make do at the airport for now.”

“How am I supposed to ‘make do’? None of our cards are working!”

It wasn’t just about having a place to sleep; they couldn’t even buy food. Annika felt like she was going to lose her mind. She had never been so humiliated in her life, and all because of her own grandson.

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