Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 41

Finley stared at her smile, which was as brilliant as it was mocking.

“You may be my sister,” he said, his voice cold, “but I have no feelings for you. I watched Honora grow up. As far as I’m concerned, you can’t compare to her. But if you apologize to Honora and promise to never bother her again, I can let this go, for the sake of family.”

“Ha,” Larissa laughed, almost to the point of tears. “Honestly, since I’ve come back to the Judson family, everything you people say is just hilarious. If you can develop such deep feelings for our enemy’s daughter, then I’ll have all of your future children swapped at birth. You can raise your rivals’ kids, and I’ll throw your biological children into the slums to be tormented. How does that sound?”

At her words, Finley’s eyes turned glacial, radiating pure killing intent.

“You dare!”

“Oh, what are you so angry about? What does blood have to do with anything? Even if she’s your enemy’s child, you raised her yourself. You have feelings for her, so why should you care?”

Enraged, Finley lunged forward and grabbed Larissa by the collar.

“Enough! Honora is not like you! Her mother was the one who did those things! It seems Leopold was right. I shouldn't waste my breath on you!”

He snatched a sharp knife from one of his bodyguards and slowly brought it toward Larissa’s face.

“Since you’re so stubborn and insist on making things difficult for Honora, don’t blame me for being merciless. A few cuts on this pretty face of yours, and you’ll be an ugly monster. You won’t have the nerve to humiliate Honora ever again.”

Just as Finley was about to strike, he found his hand had gone limp.

“Clang.”

The knife fell to the floor.

A moment later, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, and his legs buckled. He staggered, struggling to stay upright.

His eyes widened in shock. What’s happening?

“Thump.”

The hard ground made his head ache.

“Don’t bother shouting. The two losers outside are already unconscious,” Larissa said, bending down to lean close to him. “No one is coming to save you. Just like you said, no one will ever know what happens here. I told you, you trampled the herbs I worked so hard to cultivate. Since you’re not willing to compensate me, I’ll just have to take your foot as payment.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” Finley hissed through gritted teeth, glaring up at her.

Larissa let out a soft laugh. “What wouldn’t I dare? At a time like this, you can’t possibly think I’d show you any mercy.”

She crouched, picking up the knife he had dropped and weighing it in her palm. “What were you saying you’d do to me? A few cuts on my face? Tsk, tsk. You really are heartless. No matter what, I’m still your sister.”

“Just to avenge a slap Honora received, you were going to destroy my face. You can’t imagine how much that wounded my fragile little heart.”