Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 24

It was from Honora.

[Haskell, I have to tell you something. I’m not the real Judson daughter. The real one is back now, and my grandpa wants her to be the one to marry you. What should I do? I’ve been looking forward to our engagement so much, I never thought this would happen… But don’t worry, Haskell. Even if I can’t marry you, I’ll find someone to cure your legs!]

A sarcastic smile touched Haskell’s lips. If he hadn’t already known about Honora and her adoptive parents’ scheme, he might have actually been moved by her seemingly heartfelt words.

He replied:

[Is that so? Well, it doesn’t matter. I suppose it just wasn’t meant to be.]

…

Fresh from her shower, Honora lay on her bed, staring at Haskell’s text with a complicated expression.

She truly wanted to marry him. But why did he have to have that accident and end up a cripple?

The thought that their engagement would now fall into the hands of Larissa made her burn with injustice. And Larissa had the audacity to claim she could heal Haskell’s legs?

Impossible!

She had heard from Valeria Palmer that since Haskell’s accident, the Palmer family had consulted countless famous doctors from all over the country, and every single one had said his condition was hopeless.

She refused to believe that Larissa, some unrefined girl, could succeed where renowned specialists had failed.

Honora tossed her phone aside, deciding not to dwell on it. She was now just the adopted daughter, at risk of losing everything at any moment. She couldn’t afford to gamble on whether Haskell’s legs would ever heal. She had to use her current advantages to build a more secure future for herself.

Sapphira frowned, her gaze fixed on Larissa. “So, when you said you were willing to marry Haskell, you weren’t joking?”

A slight smile played on Larissa’s lips as she nodded once more. “Of course not. I was serious.”

Sapphira paused for a moment before asking, “May I ask why? Marriage is a serious matter, after all.”

Larissa’s eyes twinkled. “Mom, you said it yourself. The Palmers are the biggest family in Regal City, and Haskell is their heir. What’s not to like about marrying him?”

“And most importantly,” she thought, “he’s devastatingly handsome.”

Sapphira sighed. “If Haskell hadn’t had his accident and become disabled, it would be an excellent match. And Honora would never have let you take her place.” She paused, then asked, “You said you could heal his legs. Are you confident?”