\u201cNo, I\u2019m not lying! It\u2019s the truth!\u201d Draven crawled toward Haskell, grabbing onto the leg of his wheelchair and sobbing. \u201cI was wrong. I truly know I was wrong. I\u2019ll never do it again. I\u2019ll do whatever you say. I don\u2019t want to be the heir anymore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith stared at him, dumbfounded by his complete and utter lack of dignity. She could never bring herself to beg like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Haskell smiled coolly. \u201cDid you hear that, Faith? My dear brother seems to confirm that Solomon did indeed plan to \u2018get rid of me\u2018 in Africa.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith knew that no matter what she said, Haskell wouldn\u2019t be pretense. \u201cSo what if he did? Grandpa gave us a three\u2013month deadline. It was a competition, survival of the fittest. My brother failed to kill you. Are you going to kill me in retaliation?\u201d She scoffed. \u201cHaskell, no matter how powerful you are, you\u2019re not a murderer. That would land you in prison.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before he could respond, she continued, \u201cIf you killed some nobody, maybe you could pay off the family, or Grandpa could find a scapegoat to take the fall. But if you kill me, my father and brother will never let it go.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a father and a brother to back me up. But you, Haskell? You have no one. Your mother is dead, and your father and brother both want you gone. If you had died in Africa, Grandpa would have mourned the loss of a promising heir, but no one would have avenged you. I\u2019m different. My family will pursue this to the very end.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was confident Haskell wouldn\u2019t dare to touch her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
At the mention of his deceased mother, Haskell\u2019s eyes grew even darker.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you forget about me?\u201d Larissa, who had been watching the scene unfold with amusement, finally spoke. \u201cI\u2019m the one who has his back. If anything ever happens to him, I\u2019m the one who will hunt you down and get revenge.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A light flickered in Haskell\u2019s eyes. He said nothing, simply gazing at Larissa\u2019s fiercely determined face, his heart swelling in his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was right. He wasn\u2019t alone. He had her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, Faith,\u201d Larissa continued, taking a small porcelain bottle from her medical kit and rising\u00a0<\/p>\n
to her feet. She walked over to Faith and looked down at her. \u201cYou felt so emboldened\u00a0<\/p>\n
because you thought Haskell had no one left to fight for him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A smirk played on Faith\u2019s lips. \u201cAnd what are you, Larissa? You can barely save yourself. You latched onto this cripple that even Honora looked down on because you needed a protector. And you have the audacity to talk about being his backup? About getting revenge for him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa opened the bottle, shook out two small pills, and crouched down. With one swift\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:55\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 438\u00a0<\/p>\n
motion, she seized Faith\u2019s jaw, forcing her mouth open, and tossed the pills inside. She then released her and delivered a sharp chop to Faith\u2019s back, dislodging the pills from her throat and sending them down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCough, cough\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A bitter taste spread from Faith\u2019s tongue to her throat. She clutched her jaw, her eyes wide with fury. \u201cLarissa, what did you just give me?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa stood up, a slow, cruel smile spreading across her face. \u201cGuess.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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