She honestly didn't know where else to turn...
After exhausting all her options, her mind locked onto The Yelchin Estate.
The place where she used to live with Faraday Yelchin.
Over the agonizing hours of the night, she had replayed her memories with him countless times. She realized now that the days she spent with Faraday had been the best moments of her life.
If she hadn't destroyed it all, she wouldn't be suffering in the gutter right now.
The pain was matched only by her suffocating regret.
After struggling through the night, her only desire was to return to the home she once shared with him.
...
At The Yelchin Estate.
Garret finished checking the inventory and approached Starla. "Everything is ready, Ms. Lansbury. We can leave at your convenience."
Everything worth taking had been packed.
Whatever Starla didn't care for was left to gather dust.
"Let's go, then," she said.
She glanced at Herbert, who gave a brief nod and stood up.
Just as they were preparing to walk out, a maid hurried into the room. "Ms. Lansbury, Brinley Seabrook is here. She's asking to see you."
Brinley? Hadn't she already been kicked to the curb? Why on earth did she want to see her?!
Herbert frowned, his patience evaporating. "You don't need to report things like this. Tell her to get lost."
He already despised everyone associated with the Yelchins, especially since the divorce remained unsigned. But his hatred for Brinley was on another level entirely, considering how viciously she had tormented Starla in the past.
Starla nodded in agreement. "I'm not seeing her."
She had zero desire to look at that woman's face!
Everything was over. There was no point in dragging this out.
"But she claims she has something extremely important to tell you," the maid pressed.
"What could she possibly have to say that matters?" Herbert's tone turned icy.

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