Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 896

When Fraser saw Haskell actually walk in leaning on a cane, the smile on his face froze slightly. Haskell could really walk again!

Garrick Palmer, who had been sitting off to the side scrolling through a livestream on his phone, looked up at the sound. His eyes widened when he saw Haskell enter.

No way! That damn bitch Larissa had actually fixed that cripple's legs!

It was over. It was all over. Fraser's chances just took a nosedive.

Haskell didn't miss the hostile glares from Fraser and Garrick. He smiled and said, “Yes, Larissa told me to start trying to walk for about thirty minutes a day.”

With that, he stepped over the threshold.

“Wonderful!” Zoltan exclaimed, getting up as if to help him, but he held himself back. It was better to let his grandson walk this path himself.

After taking his seat under everyone's watchful eyes, Haskell set his cane aside and looked at Fraser. “What brings you two brothers to the family estate today?”

Fraser forced a smile. “We heard you found your long-lost brother, so we came to congratulate you. I didn't expect your legs to be nearly recovered as well. It’s a double dose of good news.” “No, you should say a triple dose,” Haskell added. “Lucius has been arrested. For the Palmer family, that’s a major threat eliminated.”

Fraser’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re right. A triple dose of good news. And if you become the heir to the Palmer family, Haskell, that would make it a quadruple blessing.”

“I’ll take that as a good omen,” Haskell replied with a grin. “Recently, the non-ferrous metals industry, managed by Uncle Tobias, ran into some trouble. Fortunately, we pulled some strings and resolved it, but not without significant losses. So I hope you and Uncle Trevor manage the family’s new energy sector well. Don’t let a disaster like the one Uncle Tobias faced happen on your watch.”

Fraser was speechless. So, they were supposed to do all the heavy lifting while Haskell reaped the rewards?

Fraser looked at Zoltan, who said nothing, and understood that his grandfather had tacitly agreed.

They were all Zoltan’s grandsons, but the difference in treatment was infuriating.

“Since your brother isn’t back yet, Haskell, I’ll return for the next family meeting to congratulate him on being officially recognized,” Fraser said, then glanced at Garrick. “Garrick, let’s go.”