Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 907

After her car sped away, the other bodyguard vehicles pulled up and parked.

Haskell turned to the resentful and defeated Fraser and Solomon and ordered the bodyguards, “Take these two away.”

Thatch hadn't been taken with them, and he looked at his son with hopeful eyes. “Haskell, you didn't have them take me. Does that mean…”

Before he could finish, Haskell cut him off. “Sire will deal with you.”

At those words, Thatch's face froze.

If Sire dealt with him, would he even survive?

Thatch tried to say more, but a bodyguard gagged him and dragged him into a car.

Haskell ignored his father's struggles, got into the car, and headed to where Crispin and Sire were waiting.

…

When Larissa drove Zoltan to Rigby's place, Zoltan apologized the moment he saw him.

“My boy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you, to your mother, and to your brother,” Zoltan’s voice was filled with deep remorse. “You don't have to forgive me, but I've already promised Sire that I'll give you five percent of the Palmer Group's shares.”

Rigby looked at his grandfather, a storm of emotions swirling inside him. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Grandpa, I can’t forgive you. But I'll take the shares.”

Zoltan replied, “That’s fine. Don’t let my mistakes stop you from taking what's yours… Anyway, are your things packed? I'll take you home.”

“They're packed. Let's go,” Rigby said.

His luggage was simple—just a single suitcase with some clothes and personal items. Everything else had been bought for him by Haskell, who had told him to just leave it all there in case he ever wanted to come back.

After someone translated the sign language, Haskell nodded. “I'm heading back now. Rigby is at the estate. Do you want to come?”

At the mention of Rigby's name, Sire flinched. He shook his head and signed: [No. And don't tell him where I am. Let him start a new life. He shouldn't be with someone like me, someone with blood on their hands.]

Haskell said nothing. He left two bodyguards behind and departed with Crispin. They weren't in Regal City but in a small town in another state, just as Sire had requested.

Sire didn't want to stay in Regal City. His life had reached a point of no return, and he didn't want to drag Rigby down with him.

…

It was seven in the evening when Haskell returned to the estate. Before he even stepped into the main hall, he could hear Larissa's cheerful laughter.

He paused, a faint smile gracing his lips. This was the scene he had longed for—coming home to the sound of her laughter, feeling the day's exhaustion melt away.