Without another word, Starla turned her back.
Panic bleached Brinley's face as she watched Starla walk away. "Starla, wait! You're leaving anyway! The estate is going to be empty, why can't you just—"
"Even empty, it’s not for you." Starla waved a hand dismissively.
Even empty, it wasn't for her.
The sheer ruthlessness of it struck Brinley like a physical blow. Everyone was forcing her into a corner. Her own flesh and blood had abandoned her, and now Starla was tossing her out onto the street.
This estate used to be hers. Darleen had once promised her the world.
And now...
Who could have predicted that the girl she used to view as a pathetic nobody would walk away with the keys to the kingdom?
Leaving Brinley with absolutely nothing.
As Starla prepared to leave, the security guards grabbed Brinley by the arms and dragged her toward the gates.
"No! Let me go! Stop!" Brinley thrashed wildly.
"I want to stay! Starla, I'm begging you! Just let me stay..."
She had nowhere left to run, and she didn't want to go anywhere else. All she wanted was to remain in the only place that held Faraday's memory. Why was everyone so merciless?
Her screams went ignored. Starla gracefully slipped into the waiting luxury car, with Herbert holding the door open like a perfect gentleman.
Brinley looked up.
The moment her eyes met Herbert's, a surge of burning hatred ignited in her chest.
"Herbert Farley, you—"
Before she could finish the sentence, the man shot her a glare so lethally cold that it paralyzed her vocal cords.
It was pure danger. His eyes promised that if she dared to breathe another syllable, he would personally snap her neck.
Tears of bitter regret streamed down her face.
Herbert held her gaze for a split second, his expression radiating utter disgust, before he calmly got into the car.

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