Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 350

At the mention of his mother, Haskell’s gaze sharpened. “You’re the last person who should speak of her. If Valeria can be your illegitimate daughter, why couldn’t Draven be your illegitimate son? It would explain why you always treated them better than me.”

Thatch sighed, misinterpreting his son’s words as jealousy. “Haskell, you’ve never lacked for attention. Why would you compare yourself to your brother? Think of the hardships he endured while he was away. I’m simply trying to make up for it. I admit, Valeria was my mistake. I was careless, and Thalia became pregnant. But Valeria’s mother is gone, and she is my daughter. How could I abandon her?”

“Save your explanations,” Haskell said, his voice cold. “Once Crispin confirms that Draven is not my brother, he won’t be the only one finished. I won’t spare you either.”

Without another word, he signaled for Crispin to push him forward.

Thatch watched him go, his expression darkening. He could never bring himself to like Haskell. The boy was just like his mother.

Once Haskell was out of sight, Thatch tried calling Draven again. There was still no answer. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach.

What if Haskell had captured Draven? What if he was interrogating him about his real brother’s whereabouts?

If Haskell and Zoltan discovered that Draven was his illegitimate son, they would destroy him. He had to find Draven before Haskell broke him.

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Once they were a safe distance away, Crispin asked, “Sir, why did you tell your father about the investigation? Aren’t you worried he’ll become suspicious?”

Finley recognized the car and froze. “What is Haskell doing here?”

Honora looked out and, seeing Haskell’s car, subconsciously touched the mask covering her face. The thought of him seeing her disfigured was unbearable.

Larissa had the gate opened. Crispin drove in, with Finley’s car following closely behind. Both parked near the garage.

After parking, Finley got out and had his bodyguards carry the unconscious Leopold from the car.

Crispin helped Haskell into his wheelchair. Haskell glanced at Leopold on the stretcher, then smiled at Larissa as she approached. “Larissa, it seems they have a way to wake him after all.”