Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 192

Though reluctant, Vivica shot one last venomous glare at Larissa.

“Fine, Dad, I’ll wait,” she seethed. “And I trust you’ll ensure justice is served for Leopold. Otherwise, my only option will be to call the police!”

With a furious stomp, she stormed out of the hospital room.

Honora hurried after her, and Finley started to follow, but Kiernan’s voice stopped him. “Finley, wait. I need to speak with you.”

Finley paused, surprised, then turned back and nodded respectfully. “Of course, Grandpa.”

Paxton, who had been observing silently, frowned. He wondered what Kiernan could possibly want to discuss with his eldest son alone.

“Paxton, you can go,” Kiernan instructed.

“Yes,” Paxton replied before exiting the room.

Sapphira cast an anxious glance at her husband. Neville patted her hand gently, a silent signal to remain calm.

Once Paxton’s family was gone, Kiernan’s voice filled the room, stern and authoritative. “Finley, Honora mentioned you went to Paddy’s Home today to meet someone important for Starlight Media’s future. ‘Field of Lari,’ was it?”

Finley hadn’t expected this line of questioning. “Yes,” he confirmed. “Field of Lari is a best-selling novelist. The TV adaptations of her first three books were massive hits, with ratings that dwarfed the competition. I wanted to secure the rights to her final novel. Honora said she knew a writer who could connect us.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Kiernan’s face. “Were you not at the welcome banquet? Did you not witness Larissa’s exceptional talent with your own eyes? The original piece she composed and performed on the spot effortlessly outshone your precious Honora, whom you’ve always considered so brilliant.”

Finley’s brow furrowed in defiance. “Grandpa, a person’s energy is finite. Even if someone excels in one particular area, it’s impossible to be a master of everything.”

Kiernan let out a cold snort. “Honora earned a reputation as a prodigy for being accomplished in the arts. So why is it that when Larissa demonstrates the same breadth of talent, you find it so unbelievable?”

“She’s not like Honora,” Finley argued, his gaze on Larissa filled with doubt. “The Judson family invested a fortune in resources to cultivate Honora’s talents. But Larissa… she was lost to us for years, raised in some backwater village. Frankly, I think her performance at the banquet was the absolute peak of her abilities.”

Kiernan sighed again, the disappointment deepening. “You forget, she’s not only a gifted pianist and composer, but also a highly skilled physician. How do you explain that?”