Chapter 356

Harrison stood frozen, momentarily speechless. Just then, her sleek new car pulled up to the curb.

"I was just waiting for my ride," she said smoothly. "See you around."

"Your ride?" Isabella scoffed, lips curling in amusement. "You mean a taxi? Good luck catching one outside the hospital."

It was true—Harrison had relied on cabs for years. Isabella’s assumption wasn’t entirely unfounded.

Penelope raked her gaze over Harrison with open disdain. "I’ve lost all respect for you. Look at your peers—houses, luxury cars, thriving careers. And here you are, still hailing cabs. Pathetic for someone once called the 'genius girl.'"

Victoria tugged at Penelope’s sleeve. "Stop. Honestly, I just feel sorry for her now."

Harrison spotted her driver stepping out of the gleaming vehicle, heading toward her. She strode forward, brushing past Penelope and Victoria, stopping directly in front of Isabella.

With a teasing smirk, she said, "You’re right. Taxis are hard to come by here."

Isabella’s face lit up with smug satisfaction.

Harrison glanced over her shoulder at Nathaniel, seated in the back of his own Rolls-Royce. "Mr. Falcon, care to give me a lift?"

Isabella’s expression instantly darkened. "Absolutely not!"

Harrison arched a brow, locking eyes with her. "Then why are you making such a scene?"

Isabella faltered, lips pressed tight.

Nathaniel studied Harrison. Two days had passed since they last spoke, and the silence between them had been heavy. Today, her dark hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, framing a face so striking it was impossible to look away.

The corner of Nathaniel’s mouth twitched. "Since taxis are scarce, why don’t you—"

Before he could finish, the driver approached Harrison. "Ms. Harrison, your new car is ready. I’ve tested it—everything’s flawless. You’re good to go whenever."

Harrison nodded. "Thank you."

The driver stepped back.

"New car?" Isabella blinked in disbelief. "You bought a car?"

Penelope and Victoria gaped, equally stunned. Since when did Harrison have the means for that?

Harrison jingled the keys in her palm, the metallic sound sharp in the tense air.

Isabella’s eyes darted to the curb—and widened. A Rolls-Royce.

Identical to Nathaniel’s, except for the breathtaking starlight roof.

"You bought a Rolls-Royce?" Penelope choked out. "Where did you even get that kind of money?"

None of them had expected this.

Harrison smirked at their shocked faces. "Guess."

With that, she slid into the driver’s seat, pressed the accelerator, and sped off in a smooth, effortless motion.

Nathaniel watched her disappear, the memory of her driving flashing in his mind—hair whipping in the wind, effortless confidence radiating from her.

Bold. Unapologetic.

And suddenly, it struck him.

This version of Harrison felt hauntingly familiar.

Not just anyone.

But someone he’d met briefly six years ago.

The founder of Vitalis Health.