Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 429

"Finley, hold on," Leopold said, his voice urgent. "I'm taking you to Larissa. I'll beg her to give you the antidote."

He carefully laid his brother down in the back seat before jumping back into the driver's side, buckling his seatbelt, and speeding toward the Judson estate.

...

Thirty minutes later, Leopold was carrying Finley on his back at the main gate. He remembered that they had returned their key fobs when they moved out, so he had no choice but to shout at the guards inside. "Open the gate and let me in!"

The guards recognized him as Leopold, the former second young master, and the man on his back as Finley, the eldest. But they also knew that both had been cast out by Kiernan Judson.

They ignored him.

"I said, open the damn gate!" Leopold roared, his frustration mounting.

One of the guards gave him a cold, dismissive look. "Without orders from Mr. Kiernan Judson or Ms. Larissa Judson, we can't let you in."

Leopold kicked the iron gate, the clang echoing in the quiet night, but the guards remained unmoved.

He fumbled for his phone, intending to call Larissa. But as he held it in his hand, a wave of shame washed over him. He didn't even have his own sister's number saved.

He felt a pang of regret so sharp it took his breath away. But he couldn't just stand by and watch Finley suffer. He shook his brother gently. "Finley, do you have Larissa's number?"

With the last of his strength, Finley managed a nod. "In... my phone..."

Leopold quickly found Finley's phone, used his brother's thumbprint to unlock it, and scrolled through the contacts until he found Larissa's name. He dialed, only to be met with an automated message: The number you have dialed is not in service.

She had blocked Finley's number, too.

Of course she had. They deserved it. All of it.

A gut-wrenching cough wracked Finley's body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood before finally succumbing to the pain and passing out.

"Finley!" Leopold cried in terror.

[I hope his sister forgives him!]

[I hope his sister forgives him!]

Larissa just stared at the screen. She felt nothing, not a flicker of pity. If anything, it was laughable. Who was this performance for? Was he trying to use public opinion to pressure her into forgiving them?

How shameless.

After getting ready, she went downstairs for breakfast with her stunning mother and handsome father.

"Larissa, did you see Leopold's Twitter?" Sapphira asked with a sigh.

Larissa took a sip of milk. "I did."

"It's ridiculous," Sapphira said, shaking her head. "He talks a big game about being sorry and wanting to make it up to you, but all he's really doing is trying to sic his fans on you."