Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 154

That threat finally silenced Vivica.

Exhausted, Kiernan waved a hand. “I’m putting an end to this today. We’re dropping it. Understood?”

Paxton finally spoke. “As you say, Dad.”

Now it was Vivica’s turn to fume in silence.

Sapphira looked at Larissa, knowing she must be seething. “It’s up to Larissa. If she wants to let it go, we’ll let it go. If not, then it’s not over.”

Vivica’s eyes widened in alarm. “Sapphira, we’re the ones who have been wronged today! What does she have to not let go of?”

“You hurt Wren,” Larissa stated flatly.

“What?” Vivica let out a derisive laugh. “She’s just a housekeeper! I was terrorized by you for half the day and I haven’t said a word! You think her little injury is worse than what I went through?”

Wren stared, tears welling in her eyes. Miss Larissa was too kind, standing up for her like this.

Larissa’s smile was chilling. “A housekeeper knew enough to protect me. You, a worthless creature, didn’t. Why on earth would I care if you were hurt?”

The words hit Vivica like a slap.

Kiernan looked thoughtfully at Wren, then sighed with a profound sense of sorrow. “She has a point. What a mess…”

Vivica was trembling with rage, her voice a raw shriek. “How dare you! Over a housekeeper, you actually dared to kick your own father!”

With the help of his bodyguards, Paxton staggered to his feet, clutching his abdomen where a dull ache was already blooming. Humiliation! It was the greatest humiliation of his life, delivered by his own daughter.

Kiernan was also taken aback. He looked at Larissa with a weary sigh. “Larissa, that was too much. There were other ways to stand up for Wren.”

But Larissa shook her head. “Grandpa, an eye for an eye is the only true form of justice. Anything else is just a compromise.”

Kiernan opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t want to condemn her, but he worried her sharp, unyielding nature would only bring her more trouble.

Vivica watched Kiernan, waiting for him to unleash his fury on Larissa for attacking his son. When all he offered was that mild, almost non-existent rebuke, a fresh wave of anger washed over her.