Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 685

Vivica was still trying to process Larissa’s words. The sheer volume of information was so overwhelming that her shock gave way to a strange, numb calm. She stared at Larissa, motionless.

Seeing that she was listening, Larissa continued, “You can find out for yourself if Paxton plans to kill you. Just cooperate with me. If he really does try to have you killed, I will protect you, and you won’t lose your life.”

“You may be foolish, but you’re not a complete idiot. You can weigh your options. Do you want to play along?”

“If you cooperate, you lose nothing. And if I’m right, you get to keep your life. You don’t really want to die without knowing why, do you?”

Vivica felt a sense of vertigo. She had to admit, her biological daughter had never resorted to lies to deal with them. But if what Larissa was saying was true, what had her entire life been for? She couldn’t accept that her husband had orchestrated her recent suffering, let alone that he planned to sacrifice her to get back into the Judson family. After nearly thirty years of marriage!

There was only one way to know for sure. It was a gamble.

“Fine,” Vivica said, her voice firm with resolve. “I’ll cooperate. But you’re going to lose! And when you do, all I ask is that you forgive our family and let us come back home.”

Larissa let out a short, sharp laugh. “I’m offering you a chance to live, not a negotiation.”

She produced a small vial and tipped a single pill into her palm, handing it to Nightveil.

Nightveil took the pill, walked over to Vivica, pried her mouth open, and pushed the pill inside. Vivica didn’t struggle, swallowing it dryly before letting out a few coughs.

Once Larissa was sure the pill was down, she explained, “That’s a poison. As long as you cooperate, I’ll give you the antidote afterward. If you refuse, or if you tell Paxton about our conversation today, then you’ll have to live with the consequences. It won’t kill you, but the pain will be constant.”

Vivica thought of her son, Finley, and the agony he had endured when he was poisoned, a torment that no doctor could diagnose or cure.

“I understand,” she said, her voice steady. She was a woman of her word, after all. “Since I’ve agreed to cooperate, I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

Besides, she had to know. Was her husband truly that heartless?

“I got the invitations for Larissa’s birthday party. There’s one for you, Dad, and Aunt Josette.”

Leopold’s voice instantly became animated. “Seriously?”

“Yes, Larissa gave them to me herself. Our names are printed on them,” Finley said, still feeling a thrill of excitement.

“Wait for me at the coffee shop downstairs. I’m heading back now.”

“Okay.”

An hour later, Leopold’s car pulled into the parking lot. Finley, who had been sitting on a nearby bench, stood up and walked over as his brother got out of the car.