Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 330

“Cat got your tongue? Did I hit a little too close to home?”

When Larissa remained silent, Honora’s delight grew. Finally, in her long battle with Larissa, she had won.

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An hour crawled by.

At last, Larissa finished her work in the herb garden, stretching her back with a soft groan before standing up.

Honora’s patience had worn thin. She struggled to keep the irritation out of her voice. “Larissa, since you already promised Finley you’d cure me, could you please just do it? I have to get to the hospital to see Leopold.”

She knew Larissa was making her wait on purpose, but since she needed something from her, she couldn’t show any emotion.

Still silent, Larissa peeled off her muddy gloves and walked toward the fence where Honora was waiting impatiently. When she was standing right in front of her, Larissa’s hand shot out, and she slapped Honora hard across the face.

The blow was so sudden and forceful that Honora stumbled back, her sunglasses flying off and clattering to the ground. The mask she wore was knocked askew, revealing the swollen, stunned half of her face.

Honora’s eyes widened in disbelief, and fury ignited within her. “Larissa! What is the meaning of this!”

Larissa smiled contemptuously. She casually pulled a small porcelain bottle from her pocket and gave it a little shake, the pills inside rattling softly.

“That slap felt good,” Larissa said, her eyes glinting with ridicule. “So I’ll reward you with this antidote.”

Just as Honora reached out to take it, Larissa flicked her wrist and tossed the bottle onto the ground like a piece of trash.

“You want the cure, don’t you? Pick it up and take it,” Larissa said, crossing her arms and watching Honora with a playful, cruel smile.