A Widow's Poison, A Wife's Rebellion novel Chapter 393

Now, they all were trapped in the Yelchin estate, which felt more like a prison than a home. Brinley thought Starla's actions were cruel and disgusting, completely forgetting how they had treated her in the past. Starla was merely returning the favor, with interest.

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The next morning, Darleen was up early, though she had gone to bed late. When Starla came downstairs, she was already busy in the kitchen. Seeing her diligent act, a knowing smile touched Starla's lips.

Sure enough, Garret approached and whispered something in her ear. The smile on Starla's face widened. "They never learn, do they?" she murmured. "It seems the previous lessons weren't enough."

Garret shot a dark look in Darleen's direction. She had been unusually industrious, waking before anyone else despite her late night. By the time Starla's staff came down, she had already washed all the vegetables for breakfast. Such abnormal behavior was highly suspicious. But even if she had acted normally, they would have been on guard.

When Darleen saw Starla, she hurried over with a glass of milk. "I just warmed this. The temperature is perfect."

Starla raised an eyebrow. "You went to bed so late last night. Why are you up so early?" she asked, a playful smile lingering on her lips.

That smile was like a dagger in Darleen’s heart. The bitch was the only one who found anything amusing now. Darleen suppressed her fury and replied, "I wanted breakfast."

Starla's eyes twinkled, and her smile deepened. It was a plausible excuse. After being starved for two days, the small portion of food from last night wouldn't have been nearly enough. But she didn't believe for a second that Darleen would bow her head for food.

Soon, breakfast was served. Darleen handed Starla a fork. "I've finished my work."

"Alright then. Eat."

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