Larissa Judson and Haskell Palmer novel Chapter 910

Larissa ordered Nightveil, “Take her away. Send her to Spire Village, along with Fergus here.”

Larissa had already thought this through on her way over. The Lincoln family was finished, so releasing Fergus wouldn't cause any major waves.

But a person like him would never change; he'd just find other girls to deceive. She couldn't just keep him locked up and fed forever, so sending him to the village with Josette was the perfect solution. Once their situations were reversed, it wouldn't be Fergus bullying Josette anymore, but the other way around.

Let the mother and son be tangled together for the rest of their lives.

Nightveil nodded. “Understood.”

…

The thought of being forced to leave his home and live in Africa with Solomon's family for twenty years made Garrick's stomach turn. He had been counting on Fraser to become the Palmer heir so he could finally get his revenge on Larissa.

But now, everything was ruined.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

“No, I can't leave without causing some trouble for Larissa first.”

With that thought, Garrick grabbed his phone and stormed towards the door.

Fraser, who was recovering from his injuries, saw him and called out, “Where are you going?”

“I'm going to find someone to teach Larissa a lesson before we leave!”

Fraser didn't have the energy to stop him. He was in too much pain to move. After Haskell had his men take him and Solomon away, they had given them a brutal beating, leaving them half-dead.

But a moment after Garrick left the house, his screams echoed from outside.

Fraser immediately sent a servant to check on him. A few moments later, Garrick returned with the servants, his entire body covered in red, swollen insect bites.

Fraser frowned. “What just happened?”

“But…”

Fraser cut him off sharply. “No 'buts'! If you don't want to suffer a fate worse than death, you'll behave yourself. Once I've recovered a bit, our family will go to Africa after the meeting.”

The intense itching all over his body drove any thoughts of revenge from Garrick's mind. His skin was already raw and bleeding from his scratching.

“...I get it,” he said desperately. “Now can you please help me find something for this itching? I feel like I'm going to die.”

…

Solomon wasn't faring any better. Like Fraser, he had been tortured for two hours and was now covered in injuries, barely hanging on.

And yet, Haskell was forcing them to leave for Africa immediately after the family meeting, giving them absolutely no time to recover.

“Where’s my sister?” Solomon asked the butler.