Everyone assumed the matter was settled, but to their astonishment, Kiernan took a deep breath, as If steeling himself for a momentous decision.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI ask you all to bear witness to this,\u201d he announced, his voice ringing with authority. \u201cI declare that my grandson, Finley, will never inherit any part of the Judson family business!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paxton\u2019s eyes widened in disbelief. \u201cDad!\u201d he cried out. \u201cThat punishment is far too severe!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still kneeling on the cold floor, his back a canvas of blood, Finley felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The world turned gray as his grandfather\u2019s words echoed in his ears. A wave of nausea rose in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood before collapsing backward,\u00a0<\/p>\n
unconscious.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFinley!\u201d Vivica shrieked. She shoved Paxton aside and rushed to her son, cradling his limp body. His face was ashen, his body lifeless in her arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFinley, what\u2019s wrong? Don\u2019t you dare scare me like this!\u201d she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Paxton hurried over, bending down to check on his son.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa watched the scene with cold indifference. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, he\u2019s not dead. He\u2019s just overwhelmed by the shock and fainted from the stress.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivica let out a small sigh of relief before her gaze shot back to Larissa, her body trembling with a silent, seething hatred.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa chuckled. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Aunt Vivica? Do you hate me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivica\u2019s fingers dug into Finley\u2019s clothes as she fought to control her rage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s pathetic to hate me when Finley brought this all on himself,\u201d Larissa taunted. \u201cBut then again, people like you never admit fault. You always have to blame someone else.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The guests murmured in agreement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly! He got what he deserved!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHonestly, his family\u2019s downfall is their own doing. They have no right to resent Ms. Judson.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Unable to bear the whispers any longer, Paxton instructed his wife, \u201cEnough. Check on Honora, then get them both to the hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivica finally tore her gaze away from Larissa, laid Finley down gently, wiped her tears, and went to check on her adopted daughter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cVery good, Kiernan. We are satisfied with Finley\u2019s punishment,\u201d the seven guests announced. \u201cMs. Judson, Mr. Palmer, we\u2019ll take our leave now and not disturb the rest of your engagement party.\u201d With that, they dragged the broken, listless Draven out of the hall.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch closed his eyes, powerless to stop them. It was over for Draven. He was lucky to have saved himself; he had nothing left to offer his son,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa looked down at Haskell, whose expression was unreadable. \u201cDraven\u2019s fate might be worse\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:03\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 284\u00a0<\/p>\n
than death. You\u2019re not feeling sentimental, are you, Haskell?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He looked up at her and smiled softly. \u201cOf course not. Draven no longer has a place in my heart. You\u2019ve taken up all the space.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa laughed. \u201cYou\u2019re getting quite smooth with your words.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, Vivica\u2019s shocked voice cut through the air. \u201cDoctor, what\u2019s happened to my daughter\u2019s face? Why is it so swollen?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 285\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 285\u00a0<\/p>\n
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland\u2019s breathtaking cold.<\/p>\n
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