In her panic, a desperate idea struck Honora. She looked up at Larissa, her voice pleading. \u201cLarissa, can you cure me? Please\u2026 I\u2019m begging you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave you a chance to be cured earlier,\u201d Larissa said with mock regret. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame you didn\u2019t take\u00a0<\/p>\n
it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora\u2019s eyes filled with despair. How could she have known she was risking permanent disfigurement?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing Honora\u2019s devastated expression, Larissa felt a deep sense of satisfaction. She turned and wheeled Haskell toward the stage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa,\u201d Haskell asked, \u201cI\u2019m curious. Was Honora getting bitten just a coincidence, or\u2026?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI did it,\u201d Larissa answered without hesitation. \u201cI guided that scorpion to her. It was the perfect opportunity, and I wasn\u2019t about to let it go to waste.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as he thought. A knowing smile touched Haskell\u2019s lips. \u201cA pity you couldn\u2019t get her to confess to what she did to you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa chuckled. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter. The knowledge that she\u2019s disfigured will be a source of regret for the rest of her life. Every day, she\u2019ll wish she had just confessed. For her, that\u2019s the ultimate form of\u00a0<\/p>\n
torture.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After Larissa and Haskell left, Vivica looked at Honora\u2019s unwatchable face, fighting back a wave of\u00a0<\/p>\n
nausea.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHonora, don\u2019t panic yet,\u201d she soothed. \u201cWe can\u2019t be sure Larissa is telling the truth. Let\u2019s go to the hospital and try the transfusion!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora nodded weakly through her tears. \u201cOkay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her crying, which once would have been a pitifully beautiful sight, now seemed grotesque and contrived on her swollen, pig\u2013like face. The young men who once admired her felt their stomachs\u00a0<\/p>\n
turn.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t even look at her. It\u2019s disgusting. Let\u2019s go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the transfusion doesn\u2019t work, she\u2019s finished.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHah, she brought it on herself. If anyone\u2019s to blame, it\u2019s Finley for teaming up with that loser Draven to frame Larissa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The other onlookers dispersed, returning to their seats.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honora couldn\u2019t stand their disgusted stares any longer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2026 can we please go to the hospital now?\u201d she begged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vivica, also anxious to get Finley treated, nodded. \u201cYes, let\u2019s go now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Though the stampede of venomous creatures had caused chaos, Zoltan and Haskell had managed\u00a0<\/p>\n
the situation so effectively that the venue was still mostly pristine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:03\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 286\u00a0<\/p>\n
On stage, Haskell addressed the guests. \u201cI apologize for the scare you all endured tonight. Thank you for staying to witness our engagement ceremony.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He pulled a beautifully crafted ring box from his pocket and opened it before Larissa, his deep eyes brimming with love.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLarissa, meeting you in the darkest time of my life was the greatest fortune I could have ever asked for. Before you, I didn\u2019t understand love. After you, I believe in love at first sight. Today, in front of all these witnesses, I want to give myself to you. Will you accept me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 287\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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