Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 587

As they entered the room, Larissa’s gaze was drawn to the man lying on the bed. His hair was streaked with gray at the temples, and his face was a roadmap of hardship, crisscrossed with old, faded scars that spoke of a difficult life.

“Haskell,” Larissa asked softly, “is this the man your mother saved?”

Rigby, standing by the bed, looked at her in confusion, not understanding the question.

Haskell, however, stared intently at the man’s face, studying every line and feature. After a long moment, he slowly shook his head.

“It was too long ago,” he said, his voice laced with regret. “I only saw him for a moment. I don’t have a clear memory of his face.”

“It’s alright, Haskell,” Larissa reassured him. “We’ll know for certain once we run the test.”

Rigby caught the last few words.

Run the test? With who? With Sire? Could Sire be connected to the Palmer family?

A flicker of hope ignited within him. If Sire was a Palmer, maybe he could finally have the comfortable life he deserved.

While his mind raced, Larissa had moved to the bedside and was examining the unconscious man’s complexion.

Rigby quickly brought a chair over for her. “Please, Ms. Judson, have a seat.”

He paused, then added, “Thank you so much for coming. Whether you can cure him or not, it doesn’t matter. Just having the chance means everything.”

Larissa sat and gently took the man’s wrist, feeling for his pulse.

“He can be cured,” she said after a moment. “His condition is psychosomatic. It’s a sickness of the mind.”

Rigby was baffled. What could the great Haskell Palmer possibly have to tell him? He racked his brain, trying to think if he had ever crossed paths with the city’s most famous heir, but came up blank. It was impossible; they moved in completely different worlds.

“I’ve been searching for my younger brother,” Haskell said, his voice steady and serious. “And there is a chance that you could be him.”

The words struck Rigby like a physical blow.

Him? The brother of Haskell Palmer, the most powerful man in Regal City? It couldn't be possible.

He was silent for a long moment, struggling to process it. “Mr. Palmer… this isn’t some kind of joke, is it?”

Haskell’s expression was grave. “I’m not joking. Of course, to be certain, we’ll need to run a DNA test using your hair, compared against mine and my father, Thatch’s.”

Rigby was utterly shocked.