Chapter 16

Harrison found it amusing. Gabrielle hadn't stopped ranting about Nathaniel and Isabella since last night. Her persistence was truly impressive.

Truthfully, Harrison had long mastered the art of healing herself amidst chaos.

She unwrapped a large piece of candy and popped it into her mouth. The burst of sweetness made her lips curl. "Gabrielle, take a breather. Right now, we focus on revenge. An eye for an eye."

Gabrielle knew Harrison was about to teach these people a lesson. She was more than capable.

Still, Gabrielle couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. Every time Harrison shattered and had to piece herself back together, it must have been agony.

A muffled noise echoed from the storage room.

Harrison set her book aside, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "Let’s go. We’ll start with Dr. Gregory."

Yesterday, she had drugged Gregory and dragged him here.

Harrison led Gabrielle into the storage room, where Gregory sat bound, hands and feet tied, a cloth stuffed in his mouth. His eyes widened when he saw her, and he thrashed against his restraints.

Gabrielle yanked the cloth from his mouth.

Gregory spat curses. "You drugged me? Do you have any idea who I am? I know Dr. Sinclair! Your mother begged for my help once. What the hell do you think you're doing, you backwater nobody? You should be grateful I even glanced your way!"

Gabrielle rolled up her sleeves, ready to strike, but Harrison stopped her.

She stepped forward, looking down at Gregory with cold amusement. "You claim to know Dr. Sinclair?"

Gregory’s face twisted with arrogance. "You’ve heard of Dr. Sinclair, haven’t you? Let me educate you—she’s a medical prodigy, a miracle worker! Someone like you would never get within ten feet of her. But me? I know her personally!"

Harrison arched a brow, lips curving. "Prove it."

Gregory scoffed. "I have her number. I’ll call her right now, in front of you."

Harrison nodded. "Go ahead."

Gabrielle untied him.

Gregory stood, fishing his phone from his pocket. He did have Dr. Sinclair’s number—he’d stolen it from the director’s office during Isabella’s surgery.

He grinned smugly. "Watch and learn."

He dialed.

The line rang once before connecting.

Gregory immediately adopted a sycophantic tone. "Dr. Sinclair! This is Gregory from the naturopathy center. I’ve admired your work for years. Would you honor me with a meeting?"

A smooth voice replied, "Turn around."

Gregory froze. "Turn around? What—?"

The voice wasn’t just in his ear. It came from behind him.

Slowly, he turned.

Harrison stood there, phone in hand. She winked, her smirk deepening. "Congratulations, Dr. Gregory. Now you really know Dr. Sinclair."

Gregory paled, gaping at her.

Harrison, draped in an elegant gown that pooled around her ankles, regarded him like he was nothing more than a circus act.

His knees gave out.

With a loud thud, he collapsed at her feet.