Chapter 267

The divorce had severed all ties between Nathaniel and Harrison. This was the first time he'd heard anything about her since.

She was gravely ill.

Isabella's lips curled into a smirk, her crimson mouth twisting with a mix of triumph, pity, and scorn. "Who would've thought Harrison loved Nathaniel so desperately?"

Penelope joined in, her voice dripping with mockery. "With her background, she'll never land another man like Mr. Falcon. Pathetic, really."

Isabella tilted her head, pouting playfully at Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, now that your ex-wife is sick, shouldn't you call her? Offer some comfort?"

Nathaniel's expression remained unreadable, his striking features as composed as ever. He met her gaze. "Sure. I'll call her right now."

His hand moved toward his phone.

Isabella's face darkened instantly. "You wouldn't dare!"

Nathaniel smirked. "Then why suggest it?"

He was only teasing—he had no intention of dialing Harrison's number.

A warm, smug satisfaction bloomed in Isabella's chest. She huffed, shooting him a playful glare.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "You two are unbearable. Should I leave so you can have your moment alone?"

Nathaniel stood. "Keep talking. I'll be back." He strode out without another word.

"Honestly, Isabella, you and Mr. Falcon are inseparable now, while Harrison's all alone."

Isabella leaned back against the headboard, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Every sacrifice had been worth it—especially her little "accident." "Harrison never knew her place. A nobody with no education, no career... How could she ever compete with me for Nathaniel? I just put her back where she belongs."

"Keep pushing, Isabella. Get him to marry you next. Grandmother even suggested a double wedding."

Forcing Nathaniel and Harrison apart was just the beginning. Now, Isabella would make sure he put a ring on her finger.

She didn’t need Penelope’s reminder—she already had a plan.

"Why didn’t Dr. Sinclair come today?" Isabella asked.

At the mention of the doctor, Penelope flushed. "He had a major surgery. But I have good news—remember when our families each invested 150 million? Grandmother even mortgaged the estate? That money has doubled. Our family’s wealth just skyrocketed."

Isabella’s eyes gleamed. "Seriously?"

"Of course! Don’t you trust Dr. Sinclair?"

"Absolutely! He’d never lie to us."

Isabella was thrilled. The Whitmore fortune had doubled overnight. Without Harrison dragging them down, their luck had finally turned.

"How are things with you and Dr. Sinclair?" Isabella pressed.

Penelope held out her hand, flashing a dazzling diamond on her ring finger. The stone sparkled brilliantly under the light.

She grinned. "He proposed. I said yes."

Isabella’s breath caught at the sight of the massive diamond, but she wasn’t jealous. She knew Nathaniel would give her something even grander.

When Nathaniel made a move, it would leave everyone in Willowbrook green with envy.

"Isabella, we’re all just waiting for your news with Mr. Falcon. A double wedding would be the event of the year!"

Isabella nodded confidently. "Don’t worry. It’s happening soon."

Nathaniel stood in the hallway, his tall frame casting a commanding presence.

Dominic approached, clutching a stack of documents. "Mr. Falcon, these require your signature today."

Nathaniel didn’t turn, his gaze fixed on the window. "Leave them in the room."

Dominic hesitated. "Mr. Falcon, Mrs. Falcon—I mean, Ms. Harrison—"