The phrase *"What if you didn't give birth to a boy?"* plunged Brinley straight into the depths of hell.
She shrieked into the phone, "Felix, I hope you rot!"
"I used to think karma was a joke, but now I know it's real! I'm paying for what I did, and you will too! No, you already are! We're both getting exactly what we deserve!"
"Shut your mouth, you psycho!"
Right now, the absolute last word Felix wanted to hear was 'karma.'
Karma, his foot. He had simply miscalculated.
In his war against Faraday Yelchin, he thought Faraday's death would make him the ultimate victor. He never anticipated that Starla Lansbury would rise from the ashes and tear everything down.
She hadn't just tormented the Yelchins.
She had exposed all of his dirty laundry, turning Fairfax into a rabid dog that was relentlessly tearing the Fowler family apart.
"You're going down just as hard as I am," Brinley sneered. "Honestly, thinking about that makes me feel a whole lot better."
"You—"
Hearing the venom in her voice, Felix was nearly blinded by rage.
Brinley abruptly ended the call.
Standing alone in the bitter wind, she felt an unprecedented, hollow void opening up inside her.
The sheer emptiness brought a suffocating wave of despair.
It hurt. It hurt so much.
A sharp, agonizing pain spread through her chest.
"Karma. Yes, this is karma!"
Whether it was her, Felix, or the entire Yelchin family... weren't they all suffering the ultimate retribution right now?
Good. Let the karma come!

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