Chapter 442\u00a0<\/p>\n
That kind of disappointment was a soul\u2013crushing weight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And now, Haskell was bearing it too. He had fought so hard, for so long, to finally bring his brother home, only to learn he\u2019d been cherishing an imposter\u2013the illegitimate son of the man he called his father. His real brother, his own flesh and blood, had been sold off like property by that same man. And he himself had nearly died because of Thatch\u2019s secret children.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you still dare to imagine I would let you live,\u201d Haskell snarled, a wave of revulsion giving him the strength to lash out. He kicked the man groveling at his feet, sending him sprawling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa\u2019s eyes widened. In his blinding rage, Haskell had actually used his legs.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gripped the armrests, trying to push himself up, but a fresh wave of pain from his knees and calves forced him back down. He took a deep, shuddering breath, wrestling his emotions back under control, and dialed Crispin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBring Thatch here from the hospital.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After hanging up, he turned to Larissa, his expression softening as he forced a smile. \u201cLarissa, you should head back to the office. I\u2019ll handle the rest of this myself. You don\u2019t need to be involved.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she looked at him, her gaze unwavering. \u201cI want to be involved. You\u2019re my fianc\u00e9. Why wouldn\u2019t I be? Whatever you\u2019re going to do, I\u2019m doing it with you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her simple, honest words seemed to break through his armor. Haskell\u2019s lips parted, and after a moment, a genuine smile touched his face, erasing the strain. It was a smile that came from the heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright,\u201d he said softly. \u201cStay with me, then. I\u2019d like that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Crispin had been about to drop Faith at her home when Haskell\u2019s call came through. Changing course, he drove directly to the hospital where Thatch was staying.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The van slid to a stop at the main entrance, and the automatic door opened. Crispin untied Faith\u2019s ropes and, without a word, kicked her out onto the pavement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAh!\u201d Faith cried out, her limbs still numb. She stumbled and fell hard, scraping her hands and knees.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Passersby stared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Burning with humiliation, Faith pushed herself up, ignoring the stinging pain. She pulled the gag from her mouth and hurled the soiled rag at Crispin, who was now getting out of the van behind her. He dodged it effortlessly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHaven\u2019t you had enough of my hospitality?\u201d he asked, his voice flat and cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Faith gritted her teeth. \u201cYou son of a bitch. Just you wait. I\u2019ll make you pay for this.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Crispin ignored her threat, gesturing for a bodyguard to retrieve the rag before walking into the hospital with his men, leaving her fuming on the curb.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/2\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:38\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 442\u00a0<\/p>\n
In a VIP room on the hospital\u2019s executive floor, Valeria sat by the bed, peeling an apple and complaining, \u201cDad, has that woman Faith transferred the money yet?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch lay in bed, frowning. \u201cNo. And she\u2019s not answering her phone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Valeria pouted. \u201cYou don\u2019t think she\u2019s backing out, do you? Maybe she\u2019s decided not to help us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as Thatch was about to reply, the door swung open.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was Crispin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch\u2019s frown deepened. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Crispin hadn\u2019t expected Valeria to be there, but it simplified things. He waved a hand at his men. \u201cTake them both.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Valeria froze, then brandished the paring knife. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing? In broad daylight-!\u201d Before she could finish, a bodyguard grabbed her wrist, twisting it sharply. The knife clattered to the floor as another man shoved a rag into her mouth, silencing her scream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thatch, watching helplessly, was incandescent with rage. \u201cThat insolent whelp! I haven\u2019t even settled the score with him for putting me in here, and now this? What does he want now?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:38\u00a0<\/p>\n
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