Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 385

Crispin shot a dismissive glance at Faith as he pushed Haskell’s wheelchair down the path toward the rear courtyard.

Faith hurried to keep pace.

“Of course,” Haskell said smoothly. “Otherwise, who would it be? Draven?”

Faith knew he was baiting her but took the bait anyway. “Not your useless brother Draven. My brother, Solomon.”

The wheels of the chair crunched over the gravel path. Haskell tapped his fingers on the armrest. “Your brother is better suited for a post in Africa.”

“All you can do now is run your mouth, Haskell,” Faith sneered. “You can’t even walk. You need your assistant to push you around like a child.”

“One manages a corporation with their brain, not their legs,” Haskell retorted.

As they passed manicured gardens, Faith continued her assault. “Perhaps a lesser family could tolerate a cripple as its heir, but we are the Palmers, the most powerful family in Regal City. Every move we make is scrutinized. Do you really think Grandpa would allow the family to become a laughingstock by appointing you?

He’s a man who values the family’s reputation above all else. If your legs didn’t matter, he would have announced you as the heir at your engagement party. Instead, he gave everyone three months.”

Crossing a small, arched bridge over a man-made stream, she delivered what she thought was the final blow. “You don’t actually believe he’s waiting for Larissa to heal you, do you? He’s giving other young Palmers time to prove they’re worthy of replacing you.”

Haskell remained silent until they were off the bridge. Then he spoke, his voice deceptively casual. “You only mention ‘other young Palmers.’ Has it never occurred to you that you could be the one to replace me?”

Haskell looked up at her and smiled. “No. I’m telling you this because I want to drive a wedge between you and your brother, Solomon. I want to see you turn on each other.”

Crispin couldn’t help but choke back a cough.

Faith’s face flushed a deep red. “You must feel quite secure in your position to be making jokes with me, Haskell.”

Haskell’s smile faded. “Larissa is capable, which is why she could take over the Judson family. You, on the other hand, are not. You’re only suited to be a stepping stone for your brother, waiting for him to toss you a few scraps from the fortune he inherits.”

The words were sharp, cruel, and they struck their intended target with brutal precision.