Chapter 320

Nathaniel studied the documents in his grasp, his gaze lingering on the blank space where the sponsor's name should be.

"Who funded Harrison's education?"

Dominic shook his head. "We haven't uncovered that information yet."

Nathaniel's lips pressed into a thin line, frustration flickering in his eyes. "What did Harrison do after graduating Westfield at sixteen?"

For someone of her caliber, graduation should have launched her career—just as it had for him. During his Westfield days, Nathaniel had already begun making waves in finance. By graduation, he'd taken his first company public on the Willowbrook exchange.

But Harrison? No career. No clear trajectory.

That puzzled him deeply.

"My apologies, Mr. Falcon. We found no records. After Ms. Harrison graduated, she vanished completely for two years."

Those missing years remained an enigma.

No traces. No leads.

"Then two years later," Dominic continued, "when you had your accident, Ms. Harrison suddenly reappeared in Willowbrook. The Whitmores arranged her marriage to you."

Nathaniel knew the rest.

He set the file down. "You're dismissed."

"Understood, Mr. Falcon."

Dominic exited.

Alone in his office, Nathaniel leaned back, pulling out his phone. Every entertainment headline screamed Harrison's name.

He studied the viral photos—Harrison in a crisp white blouse, high ponytail, standing at the podium. Her delicate features glowed under the lights, radiating an almost otherworldly beauty.

The media crowned her "the radiant prodigy."

Nathaniel lounged against the sofa, mind wandering. Never had he imagined the woman who'd orbited his world for three years was not just a genius, but his junior.

He'd even enrolled her at Willowridge University. The irony made him chuckle now.

Why had she married him?

Back then, he'd lain comatose after the crash. Doctors declared he'd never wake.

Even Isabella had fled.

Yet Harrison came. She married him.

Those should have been her prime years. Why waste them on a vegetable?

Nathaniel reopened the file. A photograph slipped out.

A younger Harrison in a white dress, beaming before a Westfield display case.

Nathaniel froze at what the case held.

The school's honor roll—his own photo still reigning supreme. Young Harrison stood beside it, books cradled in her arms. Her head tilted toward his image, face alight with adoration.

Their first photo together.

Nathaniel stood motionless as realization struck—Harrison had loved him long before they'd met.

In shadows he'd never seen, her heart had always been his.

Beneath the "radiant prodigy" photos, comments flooded in.

[I think I'm in love.]

[Me too!]

Isabella had asked if he'd fallen for Harrison.

The entire city swooned. And Nathaniel—just a man—couldn't deny being moved by such fierce, enduring devotion. He admitted it: he'd fallen hard.

Nathaniel opened Harrison's social media and typed a message.