Chapter 397

Harrison remained silent.

"Tomorrow, I'll bring the imposter Dr. Sinclair to the Whitmore estate. You bring my father's ashes, and we'll exchange them in person."

Without another word, Harrison turned and entered her apartment, slamming the door with such force that the walls trembled.

The others stood frozen in shock.

Victoria wore a skeptical frown. "We've filed reports, used every resource, and still found no trace of the fake Dr. Sinclair. It's like he vanished into thin air. Now Harrison claims she'll produce him tomorrow? I don't buy it."

Penelope turned to Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, what do you think?"

Nathaniel's piercing gaze remained fixed on Harrison's closed door. His lips pressed into a thin line. "At this point, trusting Harrison is your only option."

Silence fell over the group.

"Fine. We'll wait until tomorrow and see if she delivers," Margaret declared, slamming her palm on the table.

Isabella, who had been clinging to Nathaniel's arm, pouted. "I guess we're homeless tonight..."

Nathaniel barely reacted. "Dominic will arrange accommodations. You'll stay in the presidential suite at The Grand Celeste."

Margaret's eyes lit up instantly. "Thank you, Mr. Falcon!"

Victoria seized the opportunity, adding with a smile, "Isabella, why don't you skip the hotel? Mr. Falcon is staying here. You should stay with him tonight."

Isabella's face flushed with hope as she looked at Nathaniel. "Nathaniel, can I—"

Nathaniel withdrew his arm coldly. "I have work tonight and won't finish until late. All of you should go to the hotel and rest."

With that, he entered his apartment and shut the door firmly behind him. Isabella stood frozen, her pride shattered by the rejection.

A soft chuckle broke the silence. Cassandra.

Cassandra quickly covered her mouth. "Apologies. I couldn't help myself."

With Penelope and the fake Dr. Sinclair's relationship exposed, the third branch clearly resented the second branch's success. They had no intention of letting Isabella marry Nathaniel.

Theodore and Victoria exchanged awkward glances, their daughter's humiliation plain for all to see.

Margaret stomped her foot in frustration. "Enough! You're all the same—laughing at each other's failures instead of uniting. Pathetic!"

Isabella and Penelope stood in stunned silence.

"I hoped you two would work together for a grand wedding, but clearly, I overestimated you. I'm leaving!" Margaret huffed before storming off.

The others trailed after her, heads bowed in defeat.

Inside his apartment, Nathaniel stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his imposing figure silhouetted against the city lights. Dominic waited behind him.

"Mr. Falcon, we've deployed teams to locate the imposter Dr. Sinclair. He's been preparing for this, so tracking him will take time."

Nathaniel removed his coat, revealing a crisp white shirt and tailored vest. He pushed his dark hair back, his sharp features illuminated by the dim light. The past few days had been grueling since his return from Wintervale, with endless documents demanding his attention.

Dominic hesitated. "We're already searching for the imposter. Why did you have Ms. Isabella and the others beg Ms. Harrison for help?"

Nathaniel loosened his collar and rolled up his sleeves, turning to face Dominic.

"I've been hunting for the real Dr. Sinclair, but he's a ghost—only fleeting glimpses. This chaos presents the perfect opportunity. Step back, let the storm rage, and perhaps the real doctor's identity will finally surface."