At Solomon\u2019s question, Finley\u2019s first instinct was to look at Larissa, to gauge her reaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had been torn the entire way to the Palmer estate, and even more so since she had arrived.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Should he really testify against his own sister? Would she see it as yet another betrayal?\u00a0<\/p>\n
But if he didn\u2019t, he might lose his only chance at getting the antidote.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing him staring, Larissa\u2019s lips curled into a mocking smile. \u201cWhy are you looking at me? Solomon is the one who asked you a question.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her dismissive attitude was another dagger to Finley\u2019s heart. He knew this would disappoint her yet again, but he desperately wanted to be free of the poison. The agony he felt each time it flared up was unbearable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even if testifying against her was a betrayal, he felt he had no other choice. It wasn\u2019t that he wanted to hurt her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley clenched his fists, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Finally, he made his decision.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Palmer,\u201d he said, addressing Zoltan, \u201cMiss Palmer is not lying. My sister did poison her. It\u2019s an undetectable poison. I tried to tell my own grandfather about it, but because there was no proof, he didn\u2019t believe me. But now, with Miss Palmer as a fellow victim, I felt I had to come forward and testify on her behalf.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t dare to look at Larissa as he spoke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Actually, he needn\u2019t have worried. Larissa had no interest in looking at him. She had never trusted him in the first place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If she had held onto even a sliver of hope for him, this moment would have shattered it. \u201cFinley,\u201d she said, her tone still laced with ridicule, \u201cdo you have any proof this time? For all we know, you and Faith are just colluding to slander me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Finley could respond, Faith pulled out her phone. \u201cGrandpa, I have videos of what happens every time it acts up. Look, why would I joke about my own health? I was in so much pain.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley hesitated for a moment before taking out his own phone. \u201cMr. Palmer, I had my mother record a video as well. Even though the doctors can\u2019t identify the poison, the pain is real.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Zoltan only took the phone his granddaughter offered. So Finley dejectedly put his\u00a0<\/p>\n
away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 511\u00a0<\/p>\n
After watching the video and confirming that his granddaughter\u2019s agony was likely not an act, Zoltan returned the phone to her. He then turned to Larissa, his expression serious. \u201cLarissa,\u00a0<\/p>\n
is it true?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before Larissa could answer, Faith burst into tears. \u201cGrandpa, would I lie to you? I don\u2019t want to press charges against Larissa. I just want the antidote. If I don\u2019t get it, the pain will kill me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She then shot Finley a meaningful look.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finley quickly chimed in. \u201cMr. Palmer, when the poison takes hold, the pain is unbearable. If it weren\u2019t for the anesthesia, I don\u2019t think I could have survived.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa, you have to help me,\u201d Faith pleaded, her voice choked with tears. \u201cIf she doesn\u2019t give me the antidote, Larissa will torture me to death.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Larissa was about to deny everything again when Haskell gently patted her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll handle this,\u201d he murmured, then turned to Faith with a serene smile. \u201cSo you took videos. What a coincidence. I took one too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
in in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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