“Dad…”
Before Vivica could voice her outrage, Paxton grabbed her arm, his face grim. He shook his head slightly. “That’s enough, Vivica. We’re going home.”
He turned to Kiernan. “Dad, Vivica and I will take our leave.”
“Hmph.”
Once they were gone, Kiernan turned to Larissa and shook his head again, a wry smile on his lips. “Feel better now?”
Larissa shrugged. “I wouldn’t call it catharsis. They came here looking for a fight. I think one kick was more than generous.”
Kiernan sighed. “You, child… you’re all sharp edges. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”
“If you have the strength to back it up, it’s always a good thing,” she replied matter-of-factly.
Her words gave Kiernan pause. It was true. His two sons and grandsons lacked that very combination of ability and boldness. Perhaps this granddaughter of his was exactly what the Judson family needed to grow stronger, to one day even stand on equal footing with titans like the Palmer family.
Mulling this over, Kiernan nodded slowly. “If you truly have the strength, then stay sharp. The future of the Judson family needs someone like you.”
Larissa smiled. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I won’t disappoint you.”


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