Chapter 221

Harrison averted her eyes and gave a slight shake of her head. "Rosalind, I'm alright."

She reached for her phone and dialed the Falcon family estate.

Eleanor's cheerful voice filled the line. "Harrison, you've finally called! I've been missing you terribly!"

Harrison watched through the window as a sleek black limousine approached. "Grandmother, I don't have classes tonight. I can come home for dinner."

"Perfect! Nathaniel will be joining us too. I'll have everything prepared."

"Alright."

Ending the call, Harrison turned to Rosalind. "I need to return to the Falcons tonight."

Rosalind nodded. "Go enjoy dinner with Mrs. Eleanor."

Harrison met her gaze steadily. "No. I'm going to uncover who's supporting Daphne."

"What?"

Rosalind blinked, clearly startled.

The long black Bentley glided smoothly down the avenue. Dominic drove up front while Daphne sat in the back, stealing glances at the man beside her.

Nathaniel wore an impeccably tailored charcoal suit, a silk handkerchief peeking from his breast pocket. Fresh from a high-stakes board meeting, his commanding presence seemed to absorb the city's neon glow, just as breathtaking as when she'd first laid eyes on him.

Nathaniel flipped through a file without acknowledging Daphne.

She gazed at him, admiration shining in her eyes. "Mr. Falcon, I took that fall during practice today, but I'm fine. You didn't need to come check on me personally."

Nathaniel didn't look up, his voice icy. "Did Harrison visit you at the hospital?"

Daphne froze.

Nathaniel snapped the file shut, his piercing dark eyes locking onto hers. "Mind your words around Harrison. Understood?"

His tone left no room for argument—a clear warning to watch what she said in Harrison's presence.

Daphne stiffened.

She'd thought he'd come specifically to see her after the accident. Instead, his concern revolved entirely around Harrison.

Worse, he'd issued a direct warning—ensuring she wouldn't reveal their night together to Harrison.

Humiliation burned through her. How could she not resent Harrison?

They'd both come from nothing. Harrison was just another country girl, no better than her.

Yet Harrison carried herself with effortless grace—calm, sharp, decisive—everything Daphne struggled to be.

And now Harrison had become Mrs. Falcon, married to the man Daphne worshipped like a god.

Why her? If Harrison could have him, why couldn't Daphne?

She'd tracked Nathaniel's movements meticulously, waiting for her chance. That night, when Dominic had been searching for a virgin, she'd thought her moment had arrived.

But when she reached Emerald Heights, Harrison had already taken her place in Nathaniel's bed.

It should've been her.

The jealousy festered. The hatred grew.

Nathaniel's cold indifference only stoked the flames.

Still, she dared not show it. She dipped her head. "Understood, Mr. Falcon."

Just then, a melodic ringtone interrupted them—a call from the Falcon estate.

Nathaniel answered. Eleanor's delighted voice chimed through. "Nathaniel, hurry home! Harrison's joining us for dinner!"

A flicker of something unreadable crossed Nathaniel's striking features. "I'm on my way."

Hanging up, he turned to Dominic. "Pull over."

The luxury vehicle came to a seamless stop.