Chapter 406

Harrison sat motionless on the plush sofa, her mind racing.

After what felt like hours, she finally rose and grabbed her coat.

The hospital was her next destination.

The baby situation needed careful consideration, but first—she had to face Isabella.

Thirty minutes later, Harrison stepped into the private ward.

Isabella lay propped against the pillows, her face unnaturally pale.

A slow, knowing smile curved Isabella's lips. "Harrison. You came faster than I expected."

Harrison's gaze swept over Isabella's sickly complexion. "Your condition's deteriorating. Another fainting spell could be fatal. I thought I'd pay my respects while you're still breathing."

Isabella flinched, the barb hitting its mark.

It suddenly made sense—why her heart had weakened so rapidly. Harrison was the cause.

She inhaled sharply, steadying herself. "Don't waste your concern. Nathaniel found a compatible donor. He'll save me."

Harrison arched a brow. "Found one? Does this person actually consent? Without permission, it's called murder."

Silence.

Victoria chose that moment to speak. "I'm certain they'll agree."

Harrison turned, lips twisting. "Is that you? How noble. I'm sure you'd happily carve out your own heart for dear Isabella."

Victoria recoiled. Had Harrison completely lost her mind?

Isabella's patience snapped. "Not her. Though I know you're curious." A calculated pause. "Actually, I can tell you—"

Harrison studied them both. This hospital summons had purpose. The heart discussion wasn't accidental.

Her sharp eyes locked onto Isabella. "Me?"

Twin smirks bloomed on their faces, impressed by her quick deduction.

Isabella nodded. "Exactly. It's you."

They exchanged triumphant glances, savoring the moment.

Harrison felt the shock ripple through her. Fate had bound them in the cruelest way possible.

A cold smile touched her lips. "Then you're already dead, Isabella. By my hand."

Isabella's smirk faltered. "What?"

"Am I wrong?" Harrison's smile widened. "I won't save you. Enjoy counting your final breaths."

Isabella gaped, speechless.

Harrison stood. "Message delivered. I'm leaving."

She turned toward the door.

"Harrison!" Isabella's voice rang out. "Your refusal means nothing! Do you really think Nathaniel will let me die?"

Harrison froze mid-step.

Isabella regained her composure, voice dripping with confidence. "Nathaniel won't abandon me. Not when your heart is a perfect match. What do you think he'll choose?"

Harrison's stomach twisted. What would Nathaniel do?

The door creaked open.

Nathaniel's imposing frame filled the doorway, his sharp features momentarily softening when he spotted Harrison.

Their eyes met—a silent, charged moment.

"Darling, you're back." Isabella's voice turned saccharine. "I'd love an apple. Would you peel one for me?"

Nathaniel tore his gaze from Harrison, moving to Isabella's bedside. "Of course."

Isabella shot Harrison a victorious look.

Harrison's lips curled. "Isabella, with your weak heart, apples might be... unwise."

Nathaniel blinked, caught off guard.

Isabella's smirk vanished.

Harrison turned her full attention to Nathaniel. "A word? Outside."

The tension crackled between them.