Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 503

[Director found. Instead of wasting your time on me, you should be looking for someone who can cure your poison.]

After reading the message, Finley’s hand fell limply to his side. He tilted his face up to the drizzling rain, the cold, damp sensation making him feel utterly hopeless.

His sister… really didn’t need his help at all.

Suddenly, a familiar pain shot through him. The poison was acting up again.

He fumbled in his pocket for the pills his doctor had prescribed and swallowed them down with a bottle of water. The pain, which had just begun to spread, was finally suppressed.

Just then, his phone rang. It was an unknown number.

Finley, feeling weak and defeated, answered.

A harsh voice came through the line. “Finley?”

Finley paused. “Who is this?”

“Solomon Palmer,” the voice said coldly. “Did Larissa poison you, too?”

Finley was stunned. “You mean you also…”

“Cut the crap,” Solomon interrupted. “Do you know how to get the antidote?”

Finley hesitated for a moment before answering. “Only my sister, Larissa, can cure this poison.”

“In that case, Finley, I need you to come to the Palmer estate tomorrow evening and explain the situation to my grandfather.”

“What do you mean?” Finley asked, confused.

“If you want to be cured, be at the Palmer estate at seven tomorrow night. Just tell my grandfather everything you know.”

With that, Solomon hung up, giving Finley no chance to reply.

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