"Before, she was just suspicious, and she was already losing her mind. Now that she knows for a fact, there's no way anyone is sleeping," Starla remarked coldly.
Brinley's night had been hell yesterday, and tonight was going to be infinitely worse.
"It's karma," Garret said.
"They're getting exactly what they deserve," Starla replied, her tone flat.
Whenever she thought about how her own babies had been deliberately killed—and that Darleen had secretly been complicit in it—Starla's heart turned entirely to stone. She knew the truth now: Darleen had never wanted her to give birth to Fairfax's children. If Brinley hadn't orchestrated the accidents, Darleen likely would have done it herself.
...
The Yelchin estate was officially descending into pure chaos.
Meanwhile, Fairfax finally managed to see Herbert at the Farley Group headquarters around noon.
By this point, whatever brotherhood they had shared was entirely shattered.
Fairfax took a drag from his cigarette. "Before Starla went to the orphanage, what kind of family did she have?"
Herbert's pen froze instantly over the document he was signing. The man behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked up, a terrifyingly cold glint in his eyes.
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