A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 229

Fairfax's face turned livid with rage. As Starla hung up, he snarled, "Who was that? Herbert?"

Starla didn't bother to answer. He always brought up Herbert. As if on cue, her phone rang again. It was him.

She glanced at the caller ID and answered. "Mr. Farley."

"Herbert," he corrected from the other end.

She hesitated. Calling him by his first name felt too familiar, though she supposed it was appropriate. Recently, he had provided her with immense help.

Fairfax, who had already seen the name on the screen, was simmering. Hearing her easy tone with Herbert was like watching them flirt right in front of him, and the barely contained fury inside him erupted.

"Brinley's baby is missing. Do you know about it?" Herbert asked.

"Do you think I took her, Herbert?" she asked quietly. Tanya had already voiced her suspicions on the phone earlier. She loathed Brinley and the children she bore, but she would never stoop so low as to harm a baby. She had used her brother Yardley's influence to go after Harriet, indirectly hurting Brinley, but she drew the line at children.

"You wouldn't," Herbert said without a moment's hesitation.

His simple words brought a lump to Starla's throat. A relative stranger trusted her character more than the man she had shared her life with. A bitter smile touched her lips. "Thank you for your trust."

"I imagine the Yelchins are all blaming you right now, aren't they?" he asked.

Starla's expression hardened. "You seem to know the Yelchins quite well."

Starla and Herbert were both stunned into silence.

Starla lunged for her phone, but Fairfax sidestepped her, his anger escalating at her attempt. "Herbert, this is all your fault! With a friend like you, who needs enemies? I must have been cursed!"

"I'm telling you, this business with the baby isn't over!"

With that, he slammed the phone off.

Faced with his towering rage, Starla stopped trying to get her phone back. She simply stood there, watching him. Her silence was a wall built of countless heartbreaks and disappointments, an invitation for him to rage as he pleased.

Her placid demeanor seemed to infuriate him even more. He spun around and kicked the table, sending it skidding across the floor with a deafening screech. The violence in the act was terrifying. Starla shuddered, thinking that if he had directed that force at her, one of them would likely be dead by now.