Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 770

Fraser ignored the jab and continued, “I heard Draven is having a hard time in prison. He keeps asking to see you and Uncle Thatch.”

He paused. “Speaking of which, Uncle Thatch has been missing for a long time. Has there been any news?”

Garrick chimed in with feigned shock. “Haskell, even if Uncle Thatch wronged you, he’s still your father. You didn’t do something to him, did you?”

Haskell’s expression remained placid. “Fraser, isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? After my father vanished from the asylum, I went to see Solomon Palmer myself. He admitted he was the one who kidnapped him, and he said you ordered him to do it. I can’t imagine what the two of you are plotting.”

Fraser’s face tightened. He knew Haskell was lying, but the directness of the accusation stunned him. This wasn’t Haskell’s usual style. It was more like that madwoman, Larissa.

“Is that so? Is that what Solomon said? Or is that a story you concocted yourself?” Fraser’s eyes narrowed.

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself. I know you two have been in contact secretly,” Haskell replied.

Fraser was speechless.

Haskell added, “Whatever you’re planning, like you said, he’s still my father and a member of the Palmer family. Don’t get careless and let something happen to him. That would be difficult to explain.”

The smile vanished from Fraser’s face. “Haskell, stop trying to bait me. I have nothing to ask Solomon because I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Haskell just chuckled softly and said nothing. Fraser’s composure began to fray.

After a moment, Haskell broke the silence. “So, did you two come all this way just to spout nonsense?”

Garrick couldn’t hold back any longer. “We came to see Grandpa! And to warn him that if he trusts you with the family fortune, it might end up in the hands of an outsider! Is that so wrong?”

“That’s enough,” Zoltan interrupted. “Since you’re here, stay for dinner. Fraser, after we eat, you can join me for a game of chess.”

Fraser’s eyes lit up. It had been ages since he’d had a chance to play chess with his grandfather. An invitation to play was a sign of favor.

“Of course!” He shot a triumphant look at Haskell.

Haskell simply took the cup of freshly brewed coffee the butler offered him, a knowing smile on his face.

Garrick, stunned, scrambled to follow him. “Fraser, wait for me!”

Haskell called after them, “Don’t be discouraged. Maybe next time you’ll lose a little slower.”

Once they were gone, Haskell’s smile faded. “If Fraser didn’t play another game against Grandpa, he might never have realized his skills are just as mediocre as they’ve always been.”

He turned and had Crispin wheel him to the second-floor study.

Zoltan was still sitting at the chessboard. When Haskell entered, he said, “Play a round with me.”

“Of course.”

Crispin helped Haskell into his seat and then quietly left.

Haskell picked up a piece and casually brought up the matter of Rigby’s request. “Grandpa, tomorrow I’m arranging for an acquaintance of mine to take a gardening position here.”