Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 862

Viewers in the livestream watched Larissa, who remained remarkably calm, and couldn't help but comment.

[I have to say, this woman has incredible composure! After such a huge incident, she doesn't show a shred of guilt!]

[That's because she has nothing to hide!]

[Honestly, I'm starting to believe her! People who do bad things usually hide in the shadows, not flaunt themselves in public like this!]

[I've always believed in Larissa! She's the watchdog of high society!]

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Besides Lucius, many other prominent families were watching the livestream, including Torrin Dillon.

Although he had decided not to bother Larissa anymore, he couldn't help but follow the news when he heard she was in trouble. He had been glued to her livestream all day, feeling content just to see her on the screen. She was still the same fearless Larissa.

“Didn't you say you wouldn't bother her anymore? Why are you still watching?” Sharon Dillon’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“I’ve already decided not to interfere,” Torrin retorted. “Is there a problem with me just looking?”

“Fine. Just don't embarrass the Dillon family again,” Sharon said. “Oh, look. She ordered takeout, and from our family’s service, no less. She’s got some nerve, eating fondue right there in the middle of all this. I know I couldn't do that if I were in her shoes.”

Torrin said proudly, “Can you even compare yourself to her? Of course you couldn't.”

Sharon smacked him on the back of the head. “Getting bold, are we? Talking to me like that again.”

Torrin spun around angrily. “If you hit me again, I swear I’ll hit back!”

Sharon scoffed. “You'd have to be capable of it first.”

[Oh my god, he can stand up now!]

[That's right, he can really stand! Doesn't that mean he’s not far from walking normally again?]

Haskell gritted his teeth against the discomfort, pushed himself upright, and then slowly lowered himself back into his wheelchair. Crispin carefully pushed the wheelchair forward.

Ahead of them, a team of bodyguards was already in position. They quickly formed a protective circle, clearing a path for Haskell and Crispin.

Perhaps because the scene was so striking, the previously clamoring reporters fell silent and instinctively parted to let them through.

Haskell's gaze passed through the crowd and settled on the large, closed iron gate. Through the bars, he could see Larissa sitting inside, happily enjoying her steaming fondue.

A gentle smile touched Haskell's lips as he whispered, “Larissa, I’m here.”