Chapter 37

Nathaniel only cared about meeting Dr. Sinclair. As time ticked by with no sign of the renowned physician, his expression turned icy.

Arabella checked her watch, her tone gentle but firm. "Mr. Falcon, Dr. Sinclair must have been held up. Who knows what groundbreaking research the doctor is immersed in? It's been three years since the doctor stepped away from public view."

Dr. Sinclair's vanishing act had become the medical world's greatest enigma. No one knew the reason behind the prolonged absence.

Isabella, lingering by the doorway, rolled her eyes. She wanted Nathaniel to finally acknowledge that she'd kept her promise and shown up. Even Gabrielle, Arabella, and Victoria were her witnesses.

Seeing Nathaniel's hardened expression, Arabella spoke up. "Mr. Falcon, I'll begin by examining Isabella."

Twenty minutes later, Nathaniel and Arabella stood outside the room. Arabella, dressed in a crisp white silk blouse and tailored black skirt, exuded professionalism.

She met Nathaniel's commanding gaze and said, "Mr. Falcon, based on my initial assessment, Isabella's condition appears to be an acquired ventricular septal defect with patent ductus arteriosus. Surgical intervention could correct it."

Nathaniel's brow furrowed slightly. "Are there risks?"

Arabella's lips curved into a practiced smile. "That depends on the surgical approach. Let's exchange contact details to discuss further, Mr. Falcon."

She pulled out her phone, ready to capture Nathaniel's number.

Harrison, who hadn't left, watched the exchange with quiet amusement dancing in her bright eyes.

Arabella's motives were transparent. It baffled her why the Whitmore family's distinguished women were so infatuated with Nathaniel.

Before Nathaniel could respond, a clear voice cut through. "Isabella doesn't have an acquired condition. It's congenital heart disease."

Arabella stiffened before turning to find Harrison standing there. Nathaniel's gaze shifted to her as well.

Harrison stood with effortless poise, her dark hair swept behind one ear, radiating quiet confidence. Her striking eyes locked onto Nathaniel's handsome face. "Stop wasting time. Isabella needs a heart transplant."

Arabella's composure cracked. "Harrison! How dare you question my diagnosis! What would a dropout know about medicine?"

Nathaniel studied Harrison, who stood there with an undeniable magnetism, an aura that commanded attention.

"Mr. Falcon, I've said what needed to be said. The choice to believe me is yours." Harrison turned to leave.

Behind her, Arabella seethed. A sixteen-year-old without formal education daring to challenge her expertise? The insult burned.

"Mr. Falcon, don't listen to her!"

As Harrison rounded the hospital corridor, her steps slowed when she spotted Isabella waiting for her.

Isabella had been lying in wait.

"I heard Eleanor is backing you. She's preventing Nathaniel from divorcing you." A bitter laugh escaped her lips. "As a woman, I pity you. Nathaniel doesn't love you. When you can't keep your husband, you resort to hiding behind an old woman. Harrison, you're pathetic."

Harrison met Isabella's scornful gaze with a knowing smile. "Isabella, you're the one to be pitied. I won't be divorcing Nathaniel, which means you'll remain his dirty little secret forever. Look at how desperate you've become."

Isabella's fists clenched. "You little—"

Then she smiled again. "Do you really think Eleanor's protection will save you? You're about to learn a painful lesson."