A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 329

After much persuasion from Darleen and Brinley, Xenia reluctantly agreed to go see Herbert that afternoon. Darleen announced she would have the kitchen prepare some of his favorite dishes for Xenia to take with her; she had already done her research on his preferences.

But when she went to give the order, the butler delivered some troubling news. “They won’t let us in the kitchen, ma’am.”

Starla’s staff was still inside, blocking the entrance. This meant no lunch for Darleen and Xenia, but more importantly, Brinley’s crucial postpartum meal had not been prepared.

Darleen’s temper flared. “Didn’t her people go in there hours ago to cook? Why are they still using the kitchen?”

The butler stood silently, his expression grave.

Darleen pressed on, her voice rising. “And besides, is our kitchen not big enough for everyone? Why won’t they let our staff inside?”

She was livid. It was nearly noon, and Brinley’s meal hadn't even been started.

That damn Starla, did she really think she was the mistress of the house now?

The butler looked pained. “Her people are standing guard at the door, ma’am. They won’t let anyone near it.”

Darleen, already simmering with rage, marched downstairs to confront Starla. She found her seated at the dining room table, a lavish spread of food before her.

“Starla! What is the meaning of this? Why aren’t you letting the staff into the kitchen?”

She could bring her own nutritionist, fine, the Yelchins had no intention of feeding her anyway. But to monopolize the entire kitchen was going too far.

Starla continued to eat, her movements slow and deliberate.

Darleen started to advance on her, but two of Starla’s servants moved to block her path. They were slender, yet possessed a surprising strength.

“Because my staff is preparing my afternoon coffee. You’ll have to wait.”

“You’re still eating lunch! Why are you making afternoon coffee now?”

This had to be a deliberate ploy to keep them out of the kitchen.

Starla took a delicate sip of soup. “Unfortunately, the things I require are quite complex. They must be prepared well in advance.”

“How long will it take?” Darleen demanded.

“I don’t know.”

The fury was suffocating. Darleen knew with certainty that Starla was doing this on purpose. She had moved back into the Yelchin estate with one goal: to make their lives a living hell in every way imaginable.