Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 224

Now that Larissa had a basic understanding of the Palmer family dynamics, she was ready for the main event on Saturday. It was clear that marrying Haskell at a time when so many had written him off would require some serious resilience.

It was no wonder Honora had panicked and had Paxton and Vivica bring her back to the Judson family to find a replacement. Not only could she not accept Haskell’s injury, but she must have realized that he was unlikely to become the Palmer heir and would face relentless attacks from his own family.

“What are you reading so intently?”

Larissa locked her phone screen and smiled. “A file Haskell sent me on the Palmer family.”

Sapphira nodded knowingly. “It’s good to be prepared. With Haskell’s current situation, the rest of the family must be circling the heir’s position like vultures.” She paused, then added, “Even though the Judson family can’t compare to the Palmers, and this marriage is a step up for us, your father and I will not let them bully you.”

Larissa grinned. “With you and Dad in my corner, what do I have to be afraid of? If anyone messes with me, I’ll hit them right back.”

Her confidence was infectious. Sapphira couldn’t help but smile. “Exactly. Don’t you take anything from anyone!”

She hadn't felt this invigorated in a long time. For years, protected and cherished by her husband, she had thought of herself as serene and unassuming. Now she realized that her placid nature was only because she hadn't had anything or anyone precious enough to fight for. Larissa was her daughter now, and she would fight to the death for her.

After breakfast, another message from Torrin arrived.

[Have you made up your mind? If so, grab your ID and meet me at the marriage registry.]

Larissa shot her a look and said nothing.

Honora’s smile became even more saccharine. “I’ve been trying to find a cure for Haskell ever since he got hurt. If you can really heal him, I would be so grateful.”

Larissa scoffed. “You’d be grateful? Don’t you think you’re giving yourself a little too much credit? You mean nothing to Haskell.”

Honora sighed. “Larissa, is that what you think, or is that what Haskell told you? If he did, you’re a smart woman, surely you don’t believe the sweet nothings a man whispers when he’s at his lowest point?”

She looked at Larissa with pity. “Honestly, I’m worried for you. If Haskell’s legs do heal, I’m afraid he’ll look right past you. All your hard work will have been for nothing.”