Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 500

“Absolutely,” Haskell confirmed.

Rage flashed in Zoltan’s eyes. He slammed the piece down on the table.

“So that fortune teller who said your brother would bring bad luck—that was your father’s doing as well?”

Haskell remained silent, which was an answer in itself.

“Your father can spend the rest of his life rotting in that facility for all I care!” Zoltan wasn’t particularly bothered by his son having illegitimate children. But to scheme against his own family, to manipulate him, to get his way? That was unforgivable. Who knew what Thatch would plot next for the sake of his bastards? His own life? After all, he had already plotted against the life of his own son.

Once his anger subsided, a wave of guilt washed over him. He looked at Haskell. “Have you found any trace of your real brother?”

It was his order, after all, that had sent the infant Draven away, giving Thatch the opportunity to make the switch.

Haskell swept the piece from the board. “No. Thatch denies everything.”

“Of course he does!” Zoltan’s face was grim. “I will have my own people investigate your brother’s whereabouts.”

“Thank you, Grandpa.”

“I’ve lost every game tonight. I’m done,” Zoltan said, rising and leaving the study.

Haskell followed in his wheelchair, watching as the butler escorted his grandfather to his room before heading toward his own quarters in the rear courtyard.

He saw Larissa’s message and replied.

[I was just playing chess with my grandfather.]

Her response was quick:

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