Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 625

“Grandpa, I don’t care about the inheritance!” Leopold pleaded desperately. “I honestly just want to—”

Kiernan hung up before he could finish.

Leopold lowered his phone, the dial tone buzzing in his ear. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. A bitter smile twisted his lips.

It was official. Even his grandfather had given up on them.

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Three days later, in a filthy cowshed in a remote village, Vivica was chained to a post.

“Well, you’re a pathetic sight,” the driver who had kidnapped her taunted, leaning against the wooden railing. He casually fiddled with her phone.

“Been missing for three days and not a single call for you. Looks like your husband doesn’t give a damn, and your two sons are a couple of good-for-nothings.”

“Shut up!” Vivica shot back, her voice hoarse. “My husband adores me! And my sons are just busy right now. That’s why they haven’t noticed I’m gone!”

“Is that so? Or are you just refusing to admit they don’t care if you live or die?”

The driver tossed her phone onto the dirt floor in front of her. “Go on. Call them. See who comes to rescue you.”

“No, Paxton, that’s not it! I’ve really been kidnapped…” she sobbed, her husband’s disbelief twisting like a knife in her gut.

“If you were really kidnapped, how are you able to call me?”

“The kidnapper… he said if I called you and you came to save me, he’d let me go.”

“That’s the most ridiculous lie I’ve ever heard. Why would a kidnapper be so generous? Stop making trouble for Larissa. If you can’t bring Finley back, just come home yourself.”

Before Vivica could protest, he hung up.