Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 867

After taunting Lucius on camera, Larissa addressed the police again. “With so many people watching online, I trust that our police force will investigate the Judson Pharmaceuticals equipment failure thoroughly. I expect you to deliver justice for me and for all the employees whose lives have been disrupted by this.”

Lucius watched Larissa’s brazen performance on the livestream and, in a fit of rage, kicked the table.

With a crash, everything on the table, including the laptop, went flying to the floor.

“Larissa!” he roared, a furious energy with nowhere to go. He wanted to vent to someone, but there was no one left. Livia was gone, his assistant Aidric was gone, his uncle Jagger was gone, his grandmother was in jail, Fergus was gone, and even the butler was gone. All of them had left him, all because of Larissa.

Just then, the phone that had been knocked to the floor began to ring insistently. Lucius glanced down and saw Honora’s name on the screen. He frowned, annoyed, and made no move to answer it.

The phone kept ringing, but Lucius just stared at it, letting it go on. Finally, on the third ring, he picked it up and answered.

“Mr. Lincoln, are you okay?” Honora’s voice was anxious and concerned.

Her words of care momentarily chipped away at Lucius’s cold heart. He suppressed his irritation and asked curtly, “What is it?”

Honora seemed oblivious to his tone, her voice remaining soft. “Nothing, really. I was just worried about you.”

The simple sentence stirred an unfamiliar feeling in him. His defenses seemed to crumble slightly. He sat up straight, leaned back against the sofa, and his tone softened a fraction. “Come to the Lincoln estate.”

A joyful smile spread across the little girls’ faces.

“Thank you!” The older sister took the younger one's hand and started to kneel, wanting to express their gratitude.

Avril quickly stopped them and pointed to Larissa behind her. “You should be thanking her.”

Larissa looked at the two girls, her expression calm and unreadable. “No need to thank me. I am, after all, the one sending your father and grandparents to prison.”

“But we do have to thank you!” the older sister insisted. “They were never good to us. The only reason they kept us alive was so they could sell us off as wives one day. Otherwise, they would have drowned us long ago.”