Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 899

Sire’s expression finally shifted. He looked at Rigby and began to sign: [Are you afraid that I’ll be ruined, or that you’ll be ruined? Or is it your grandfather and your brother you’re worried about?]

He hadn’t failed to notice Rigby’s guilt over hiding the truth from Haskell. His brother’s kindness had clearly gotten to him. If he really killed Zoltan, Haskell would undoubtedly be implicated. “Sire, of course I’m worried about you!” Rigby said. “I’m worried something will happen to you, and to my brother!”

As for his grandfather… honestly, he wasn’t that concerned. No matter the reason, the fact remained that his grandfather had listened to a fortune teller and sent him away, which directly or indirectly led to his mother’s death. That was unforgivable.

Sire signed again: [I already have one life on my hands. I don’t mind adding another. After I’ve avenged your mother, I’ll turn myself in. Don’t worry, I’ll confess everything. I won’t implicate your brother.]

“Sire…” Rigby grabbed Sire’s shoulder, about to say more, but a sharp sting shot through his arm. He looked down and saw a small syringe stuck in his flesh. Within moments, his eyelids grew heavy, his consciousness fading.

“Sire…” he murmured, before collapsing completely.

Sire removed the syringe and gently lifted Rigby onto the sofa. He gazed down at the boy he had raised for twenty-one years, his rough fingers brushing against his cheek. Finally, he pulled his hand back, turned, and walked out of the house with grim determination.

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“They’re coming out! Zoltan and Haskell are coming out!”

The shout shattered the quiet in front of the Palmer estate, and the scene erupted into chaos. The reporters, suddenly energized, hoisted their cameras and yelled with excitement, as if they’d stumbled upon a massive scoop.

Faith took her foot off the gas and looked back toward the gate. Haskell was just emerging in his motorized wheelchair.

“You’re right. Why?”

Garrick immediately tried to call his brother, Fraser, but the call wouldn't go through.