Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 25

Larissa thought for a moment before giving a conservative estimate. “About ninety percent sure.”

In truth, she was one hundred percent certain.

When Haskell had visited, she had examined his legs. The injury was recent, and the chances of recovery were high. The so-called famous doctors had failed because they relied too heavily on conventional methods.

She, however, had her own unique medical skills. As long as a person was still breathing, she could snatch them back from the jaws of death.

“Ninety percent?” Sapphira and Neville exchanged a surprised glance.

“Alright,” Sapphira said finally. “We respect your decision. On Saturday, if Paxton and Vivica truly propose that you marry Haskell in Honora’s place, and you agree, your father and I will not stand in your way.”

Larissa instantly wrapped her arm around Sapphira’s, her voice full of affection. “Oh, how did I get the most understanding parents in the world?”

Her words made Sapphira laugh, and she gently tapped Larissa’s nose. “Because you’re my precious daughter.”

“And you’re my precious mommy.”

“Yes, my precious daughter.”

Neville watched them, a warm, contented smile on his face. He hadn’t seen Sapphira laugh so genuinely in a long time. Larissa’s arrival was truly a gift from heaven.

…

After breakfast, Sapphira noted that it was still too early for the malls to be open.

“Larissa,” she suggested, “you arrived so late yesterday, you didn’t get a chance to see the estate. Why don’t you take a look around this morning, and we can go shopping for clothes later?”

Honora started when she saw Larissa, but her surprise quickly morphed into a condescending smile. She rushed forward and grabbed Larissa’s hand with exaggerated warmth.

“Good morning, Larissa! Did you sleep well? I hope you’re comfortable. It must be quite a change from the quiet countryside.”

Larissa looked at the fake sincerity in Honora’s eyes and scoffed internally, but her face remained impassive.

“Are you trying to say a girl from the country can’t handle living in a place like this?”

Honora quickly shook her head and waved her hands, her expression a mask of innocence. “Oh, Larissa, you misunderstood! I wasn’t mocking you, I was just concerned.”

Larissa wasn’t buying it. “Drop the act. You think I don’t know what you’re thinking? Your mother is sitting in a prison cell, yet you’re still sleeping soundly here without a shred of shame. It’s quite an eye-opener. But then again, I am the true heiress of this family. Why wouldn’t I sleep well?”