Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 747

Finley arrived at the apartment just in time to hear his father’s hysterical roar, the sound of a cornered animal’s dying cry, slamming against his eardrums:

“You useless piece of trash, how could you fail?! Aren’t you supposed to be the professional killer Lucius hired, the one with a hundred percent success rate? You couldn’t even take down one woman! You’re a fucking waste…”

Finley’s feet froze in the shadows of the entryway, his heart seized by an icy grip. A cold, slithering dread crept up his spine.

“Well, look who it is. Finley, you’re here. Now the whole family is together,” Larissa said from her spot by the door, turning as she heard his footsteps.

She then moved Haskell’s wheelchair aside, clearing the path for Finley to enter.

Finley took a deep, shuddering breath and stumbled into the harshly lit living room. Under the cold glare of the crystal chandelier, everything was exposed.

His grandfather, Kiernan, leaned heavily on an ebony cane, his face ashen, his chest heaving with rage. “You monster… How could you do something so utterly devoid of conscience!”

Leopold stared at their father, his eyes burning with disbelief and a pain that bordered on collapse.

In a corner, a man was tied up, covered in bruises.

Finley’s gaze finally landed on his father, Paxton.

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