“That was me…” Avril started to explain, not wanting Larissa to be misunderstood.
But Larissa stopped her. Faced with Honora’s accusation, she had no intention of denying it. She raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile on her lips.
“That’s right, I was talking about you. What about it? You’re a person worth talking about—with a vile mother who swapped you at birth and a personality that’s just as malicious and hypocritical.”
Avril realized Larissa was right. Why should she defend her? Honora and Finley didn’t deserve an explanation.
It was happening again. Larissa’s reactions were always so unexpected that Honora was left speechless.
Most people, caught gossiping, would have been flustered. But Larissa not only admitted it, she used the opportunity to bring up her birth mother.
It was infuriating.
“Honora, weren’t you poisoned and disfigured?” Larissa asked, deliberately twisting the knife. “Shouldn’t you be in a hospital preparing for a full blood transfusion instead of being here?”
She could see that Honora was wearing a mask and sunglasses to hide the swelling on her face from the lingering poison.
At Larissa’s words, Honora instinctively glanced around, pulling her mask tighter to ensure no one was paying attention.
Finley stepped forward, his voice cold. “The venomous scorpion that bit Honora—you controlled it, didn’t you?”
“Careful, Finley. Don’t make baseless accusations again,” Larissa warned. “Wasn’t Grandpa’s punishment last night enough for you? Are you looking for another beating?”


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