Chapter 398

Nathaniel understood instantly. The pieces fell into place—Dominic had been biding his time all along, like a spider weaving its web while the prey wandered blindly into the trap.

It wasn’t the first time. Dominic had missed encountering the real Dr. Sinclair on multiple occasions.

No one had ever slipped through Dominic’s surveillance before. The real Dr. Sinclair was the first.

This time, Dominic was determined to expose the elusive physician once and for all. He hadn’t lifted a finger today, yet somehow, he knew every detail of what had transpired outside.

Dominic, still perplexed, spoke up. "The Whitmore family visited Mr. Oliver and Mr. Alexander today. Both claimed they needed Harrison’s help, insisting she was the only one who could resolve the situation. What do you make of that?"

Nathaniel’s striking features were half-shadowed in the dim light, his expression unreadable as he gazed out the window. His voice was cool. "What do you think it means?"

Dominic shook his head. "I can’t figure it out."

Nathaniel smirked, the curve of his lips sharp and knowing. "Either Harrison knows Dr. Sinclair… or Harrison is Dr. Sinclair."

What?

Dominic sucked in a sharp breath, stunned. "Ms. Harrison is Dr. Sinclair? That—that can’t be possible."

Nathaniel turned toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Night had fallen, and the city below glittered like scattered diamonds. He let out a low, derisive chuckle.

"Exactly. I don’t believe it either. How could the woman who appeared out of nowhere during my coma and clung to me for three years be the legendary Dr. Sinclair? It’s absurd."

Dominic hesitated before offering, "Then perhaps Ms. Harrison simply knows Dr. Sinclair."

Nathaniel nodded slowly. "That’s more plausible. After all—"

"After all, what?"

Nathaniel’s voice turned icy. "After all, Oliver knows Dr. Sinclair. His connections are vast—it’s no surprise he’d be acquainted with someone like that. And since Harrison has ties to him, it’s only natural she’d know Dr. Sinclair as well."

Dominic exhaled. "That makes sense."

Nathaniel dismissed him with a wave. "Go. We’ll see if Harrison finds the imposter before we do."

"Understood, Mr. Falcon."

Dominic left the room.

Now, Nathaniel was alone in the penthouse. He knew Harrison was close—just across the hall.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at the screen. Empty. None of his messages to her had been answered.

For three years of marriage, she had flooded his inbox with texts he’d ignored.

Somewhere along the way, the tables had turned. Now, she was the one leaving him on read.

Even though she was mere steps away, Nathaniel felt the distance between them widening with every passing second.

The Next Day…

At the Whitmore estate, Margaret arrived with the second and third branches of the family in tow.

The gates were sealed with an official notice, barring entry. They had no choice but to wait outside, restless.

Margaret scanned the surroundings anxiously. "It’s almost time. Where is Harrison? Why hasn’t she arrived yet?"

Isabella scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "I highly doubt she’ll actually catch the fake Dr. Sinclair. She’s probably lying through her teeth."

The group stood in tense silence, each lost in their own doubts.

Just then, a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb. The rear door opened smoothly, revealing Nathaniel’s striking profile.

Nathaniel had come.

Today was the day Harrison had promised to meet the Whitmores—and he intended to witness it firsthand.

Dominic, in the driver’s seat, checked the time. "It’s nearly the agreed hour, but Ms. Harrison still isn’t here."

Nathaniel showed no impatience, his expression unreadable. The question lingered—would she show up at all?