Chapter 407

Harrison pulled Nathaniel aside, insisting they needed to speak privately.

Isabella immediately protested, clinging to Nathaniel's arm with possessive urgency. "Whatever you have to say, say it right here!"

She refused to let him go.

Harrison studied them both. Why should she bear this burden alone while pregnant? She couldn't let Nathaniel and Isabella continue their little charade. No—he needed to know the truth.

Harrison's voice was firm. "This doesn't concern you, Isabella. I need to speak with him alone. Mr. Falcon, I'll be waiting outside."

Without another word, she walked out.

Isabella tightened her grip. "Nathaniel, don't you dare."

Nathaniel gently pried himself free. "Just a moment."

He followed Harrison into the hallway.

"Nathaniel!" Isabella's frustrated shout echoed behind him.

Harrison stood waiting, arms crossed.

Nathaniel approached. "You wanted to talk?"

She met his gaze, expression unreadable. "Yes."

He nodded. "Go ahead."

A beat of hesitation.

Nathaniel's brow arched. "Changed your mind?"

Harrison inhaled sharply. "Mr. Falcon, have you ever considered fatherhood?"

The question caught him off guard. His voice cooled. "Why ask?"

A faint, knowing smile touched her lips. "Just an observation. You're not getting any younger."

His jaw tightened. "Never crossed my mind. I don't like children."

The finality in his tone was unmistakable.

Harrison wasn't surprised, though disappointment flickered in her eyes. "I see."

Nathaniel studied her, gaze sharp. "That's all you called me out here for?"

His eyes trailed over her figure, lips quirking. "Don't tell me you're pregnant."

"I'm not!" The denial came too fast.

Her phone buzzed—Oliver's name flashing on screen. She declined the call instantly.

Nathaniel smirked. "Inconvenient timing?"

Silence.

His voice dropped, dangerously calm. "Planning a family with Oliver?"

Harrison's expression blanked. "That's none of your business. I'm leaving."

She turned to go.

Nathaniel caught her wrist, holding her in place. "Harrison—"

He stopped, words unspoken.

She waited, pulse racing.

What now? Another plea to save Isabella? Another demand for her sacrifice?

Her gaze never wavered. Nathaniel said nothing.

Finally, Harrison broke the silence.

"Is it true my heart is a perfect match for Isabella's?"

Nathaniel stiffened. "Who told you that?"

"Isabella did."

His frown deepened. This was information he'd deliberately kept from both of them.

Harrison's voice hardened. "If I save her, I die. Is that what you want?"

Silence.

Her smile turned bitter. "We're not sisters. I won't play martyr. So forget it—unless you truly wish me dead."

Conflict darkened his eyes.

Harrison wrenched free and walked away.

Nathaniel stood motionless, thoughts churning, before finally returning to the hospital room.

Isabella pounced immediately. "Well? What did she say?"