Chapter 352

"Sebastian, why are you looking at me like that? Do you actually think I had anything to do with this? That I wanted you dead too?"

Isabella's voice trembled with hurt.

"We're supposed to be friends! It kills me that you'd even consider such a thing. You've changed, Sebastian. I don't even recognize you anymore."

She was quick to turn the tables, striking first with raw emotion.

Sebastian hadn't harmed Harrison on the yacht. His expression softened slightly. "That's not what I meant."

"We need to stick together. Don't let Harrison come between us," Isabella pressed, desperate to regain control.

Meanwhile, Harrison was already packing, preparing to return to Willowbrook.

Once her suitcase was zipped shut, she stepped into the hallway—only to find Isabella waiting for her.

Harrison wasn't surprised. She walked forward, meeting her gaze head-on.

Isabella smiled sweetly. "I'm so relieved you're safe. I was worried sick about you."

Harrison smirked. "Was it you?"

"I have no idea what you're implying. Accusations require proof, darling. Otherwise, I could sue you for slander."

Isabella didn't just stand her ground—she stepped closer, deliberately provoking Harrison. Her smirk practically dared, What are you going to do about it?

Harrison didn't react with anger. Instead, she tilted her head playfully. "Actually, I should thank you, Isabella. You know what they say—true colors show in a crisis. When I was in danger, Nathaniel saved me. You weren't there, but that village was a nightmare. If he hadn't arrived when he did..."

She let the implication hang in the air.

Isabella's smile vanished. Her eyes turned icy with fury.

Harrison took a step closer, her voice light with amusement. "Oh, and by the way—did Nathaniel mention we spent the night together?"

Isabella froze. "You and Nathaniel... slept together?"

Harrison nodded. "Yep."

Isabella's face paled with rage.

"Why so upset? You're the one who pushed me toward him in the first place."

Isabella's chest heaved. She clenched her fists. "You're disgusting."

"Disgusting? I learned from the best. When you're up against someone shameless, what choice do you have? You fight fire with fire. I'm just using your own tactics against you."

Isabella's jaw tightened. Then her gaze flickered over Harrison's shoulder—and her expression shifted.

Nathaniel was approaching.

"Nathaniel!" she called, forcing composure into her voice.

Harrison turned.

He had just showered, dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored black suit, every inch the polished aristocrat. The hallway light silhouetted his tall frame. He had clearly been standing there long enough to hear everything.

He strode toward them.

Isabella's voice trembled with barely contained fury. "Nathaniel, Harrison just told me you slept with her. Is that true?"

Nathaniel's gaze locked onto Harrison.

She hadn't expected him to appear, but she didn't flinch. She met his eyes calmly, unbothered.

Nathaniel didn't hesitate. "It's true."

Isabella's composure shattered. "She seduced you, didn't she? That shameless—"

Nathaniel cut her off with a single look.