Chapter 388\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch, his face bruised and swollen, saw Zoltan emerge from the study and immediately began to plead his case. \u201cDad! Haskell has gone too far! He had his men beat me\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words trailed off as Haskell appeared behind Zoltan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh?\u201d Zoltan asked with a distinct lack of interest. \u201cHaskell, why did you have your father beaten?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell adopted a look of feigned concern. \u201cA fortune teller informed me today that if my father entered the house leading with his left foot, it would bring misfortune to the Palmer family for the foreseeable future. The only way to break the curse was to give him a thorough beating. I can only assume his predicament means he did, in fact, enter left\u2013foot\u2013first.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch\u2019s swollen eyes bulged. \u201cThat\u2019s bullshit\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSilence!\u201d Zoltan snapped, casting a cold glare at Thatch, who was now using a wooden stick as a makeshift crutch. \u201cIf that\u2019s the case, you\u2019re lucky a beating was all you got. If you want to live, get yourself to a hospital and stop making a scene! Otherwise, I\u2019ll have you committed to a psychiatric facility myself!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch choked on his words, daring not to argue further. He could only watch helplessly as Zoltan descended the stairs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once his father was gone, Thatch glared at Haskell, hissing in a low voice, \u201cA son striking his own father! Aren\u2019t you afraid of being struck by lightning?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell glanced at Thatch\u2019s battered face and limping gait, then turned to his assistant. \u201cCrispin, arrange for George, the psychologist Thatch hired for me from abroad, to have a session with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We wouldn\u2019t want him to die from frustration.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, sir,\u201d Crispin nodded.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Enraged, Thatch raised his wooden stick to strike Haskell. \u201cHaskell, you son of a-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as he lifted the stick, he lost his balance and tumbled forward, rolling gracelessly down the entire flight of stairs. He landed in a heap at the bottom, his head spinning. After a moment, he managed to open his eyes and felt a sticky wetnes\u2019s on his forehead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Blood!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Crispin adjusted the wheelchair to descend the stairs and smoothly pushed Haskell down to the first floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m bleeding\u2026 it hurts\u2026\u201d Thatch moaned from the floor. \u201cHaskell\u2026 call someone\u2026 get me to a hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell merely glanced down at the pathetic figure on the floor before continuing toward the dining\u00a0<\/p>\n
room without a word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Terrified he might actually die there, Thatch mustered all his strength and began to crawl toward the bodyguards at the front door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTake me\u2026 to the hospital\u2026\u201d he gasped, before passing out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
09.19\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 388\u00a0<\/p>\n
After dinner with Zoltan, Haskell returned to his room and sent a text to Larissa.\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Did you get Bryant home safely?]\u00a0<\/p>\n
A reply came back almost instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Yes, we\u2019re about to have dinner!]\u00a0<\/p>\n
A moment later, a photo appeared on his screen. It was a selfie of Larissa, and behind her, Bryant and an elderly woman were busy in a rustic kitchen. By the large pot simmering over a wood\u2013fired stove, a small green snake was staring intently at the food.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That must be Bryant\u2019s wife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell tapped the photo, zooming in to study Larissa\u2019s face. Her hair seemed to glow in the warm, orange light. Her eyebrows were playfully raised, and her eyes were crinkled into a smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After examining every detail, he saved the image to his phone before typing a reply.\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Enjoy your meal. I\u2019ll call you later.]\u00a0<\/p>\n
[Okay!]\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell set his phone down and wheeled himself into the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When he emerged, toweling his hair dry, he picked up his phone and initiated a video call. She answered after a few rings. The sight of her vibrant face on the screen made his expression soften. \u201cHaskell, you look dangerously tempting right now!\u201d Larissa\u2019s voice came through, startlingly direct. Haskell glanced at his own image in the corner of the screen. Droplets of water clung to his hair, and the steam from the shower had left his cheeks with a faint, healthy flush. His robe was loosely tied, offering a glimpse of the muscles of his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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