Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 372

“Dad, please listen to me…” Honora whimpered, clutching her bleeding forehead as she shook her head frantically.

“Shut up! Don’t call me Dad! I am not your father!” Paxton roared. “If it weren’t for you, I would have never turned against my own daughter!”

Avril winced. “God, that was a fast switch-up. It’s actually terrifying.”

“Well, Honora brought it on herself,” one of her friends whispered back. “She was just an adopted daughter, but she wanted it all. She didn’t want to marry the disabled Mr. Palmer, but she also wanted to keep living the high life with the Judsons.”

“Exactly. She enjoyed twenty years of luxury for free and still wasn’t satisfied. She not only schemed against the real heiress but also went after Leopold. Calling her an ungrateful brat is an understatement.”

“Honestly, she deserves whatever she gets.”

Paxton continued to slam Honora’s head against the floor while looking up at Larissa. “Larissa, Dad is getting justice for you.”

Larissa’s lips curved into a chilling smile. “It’s not enough.”

Desperate to win her forgiveness, Paxton’s resolve hardened. He dragged Honora up and slammed her head down again.

Once, twice, three times…

Blood streamed down Honora’s forehead, her pleas and screams growing weaker with each impact.

Finley stepped forward and grabbed his father’s arm. “Dad, stop.”

He pushed her away. “Larissa said it’s not enough! Don’t stop me. I won’t kill this little stray, but I have to give her a few more scars to satisfy Larissa!”

“No… Dad, please don’t…” Blood trickled between Honora’s terrified eyes. She pushed herself backward with her hands, begging for mercy.

When she saw Paxton was unmoved, she turned to Finley, sobbing. “Finley… Bro, save me… You always cared for me the most…”

Finley’s fists clenched. “I did care for you,” he said coldly. “That’s why I gave you the cure and endured the pain myself. But you played me for a fool. You played our entire family.”

Seeing that Finley wouldn’t help her, Honora desperately looked at Leopold. “Bro…”

“Don’t call me that! Right now, I wish I could kill you with my own hands!” Leopold’s glare was like a blade, making Honora shudder.