Chapter 185
It was Alexander!
Alexander had returned with the car, and the moment he spotted someone aiming a knife at Harrison, he charged forward without a second thought.
The blade plunged deep into his chest.
"Harrison!" Alexander's name tore from Harrison's lips in a sharp cry.
Nathaniel, seeing the danger, sprinted toward Harrison, but the distance was too great. After witnessing Alexander take the blow for her, Nathaniel knocked down two of the black-clad men blocking his path and raced forward.
Just then, Dominic and a team of bodyguards stormed onto the scene, surrounding the area.
Outnumbered, Dominic Graves and his men were swiftly overpowered.
Isabella rushed to Nathaniel and clung to him desperately. "Nathaniel!"
Nathaniel tried to shake her off, needing to reach Harrison and Alexander, but Isabella held on tighter. "Don't leave me, Nathaniel! I'm terrified!"
On the ground, Alexander lay motionless, blood pooling around him. Harrison dropped to her knees beside him, pressing her hands over the wound, but the blood seeped relentlessly through her fingers.
Her hands shook. She couldn’t comprehend why Alexander had done this. She was accustomed to cruelty, but kindness left her disoriented.
"Alexander, stay with me. You’ll be okay."
Alexander's eyes glazed over before he lost consciousness.
Sirens wailed as an ambulance arrived. Medics loaded Alexander onto a stretcher, and Harrison climbed in beside him, heading straight to the hospital.
Nathaniel, unable to free himself from Isabella’s grip, stood helplessly as Harrison and Alexander vanished from sight.
At the hospital, Alexander was rushed into surgery, the red light above the door flickering to life. Harrison paced outside, her nerves frayed.
Nathaniel arrived shortly after, finding Harrison circling anxiously. Her face was pale, streaked with blood, her expression haunted.
He approached, his voice low. "Don’t worry. These are the best doctors in the city. Alexander will pull through."
Harrison glanced up, her gaze immediately catching on Nathaniel’s injured hand.
It was impossible to miss. His left hand was coated in blood, the wound untreated, some of it already drying. His white shirt was stained, his appearance disheveled.
What had happened to him?
Nathaniel noticed her staring and flexed his fingers slightly. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. "Are you—"
"Nathaniel!"
Isabella appeared, looping her arm through his.
The question—whether she was hurt—died unspoken.
When Isabella arrived, Harrison’s attention shifted away from Nathaniel’s bloodied hand. She sat coldly on a bench, waiting in silence.
Nathaniel watched her, the chasm between them widening. The quiet drip of his blood hitting the floor was the only sound.
Dominic hurried over, speaking quietly. "Mr. Falcon, we’ve handled Dominic Graves. We also found this at the scene—a photo."
What photo?
Harrison stood, taking it from Dominic’s hands.
Her heart stopped.
The image showed her in a magenta bikini, her expression frozen in shock.
Now it made sense. This entire disaster had started when she accidentally overheard Dominic Graves’ affair with his boss’s wife at the hot springs. He’d seen her and wanted her silenced.
But one question remained—how had he recognized her?