Chapter 443
Isabella's eyes locked onto Harrison's name tag, which unmistakably displayed "Dr. Sinclair" in bold letters.
Her breath hitched audibly.
The shock rendered her speechless as she gaped at Harrison, her mind refusing to process what she saw.
"Dr. Sinclair? Harrison, you're... Dr. Sinclair?"
Margaret, Penelope, and Victoria all noticed it simultaneously. Their jaws dropped in perfect unison, staring at Harrison as if witnessing an impossible apparition.
"Harrison, who exactly are you?"
Harrison arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow, her composure unshaken. "Weren't you all desperately searching for Dr. Sinclair? Well, here I stand. Dr. Sinclair is me."
What?!
Harrison was Dr. Sinclair?!
Isabella, Penelope, Margaret, and Victoria stood frozen, their minds blank with disbelief. This revelation shattered every assumption they'd ever made about Harrison.
Isabella recovered first, her voice trembling. "This can't be real! You're lying! Harrison, you're impersonating Dr. Sinclair, aren't you?"
Penelope shook her head violently. "How could you possibly be Dr. Sinclair? The miracle doctor? You've been nothing but Nathaniel's housewife all these years!"
Victoria's frown deepened. "If you were truly Dr. Sinclair, you wouldn't have lived so obscurely. This has to be some kind of trick!"
Margaret remained silent, her world tilting on its axis. Could this overlooked granddaughter actually be the renowned physician she'd been seeking? If true, what did that say about Isabella and Penelope - the granddaughters she'd proudly paraded as the Whitmore family's crown jewels?
Compared to Harrison, they weren't just inferior - they were utterly insignificant.
Had she discarded a priceless diamond while clinging to worthless pebbles?
No!
Margaret refused to accept this.
The vice dean stepped forward from behind Harrison, his voice cutting through the tension.
"Enough! This is Dr. Sinclair! Ms. Isabella, she's the only physician capable of treating your cardiac condition. Isn't this what you've been begging for? Your miracle doctor stands before you, ready to save your life."
Isabella staggered backward, her mind reeling. Never in her wildest nightmares had she imagined Harrison could be Dr. Sinclair - the very person who held her survival in their hands.
The expressions on their faces were nothing short of priceless.
Harrison's piercing gaze swept across each stunned face before curving her lips into a serene smile.
"Isabella, you kept demanding my presence. Now that I'm here, you don't seem pleased. That's quite alright. If my services aren't wanted, you're welcome to find another physician."
"I... I..." Isabella stammered, her voice failing her.
Harrison didn't wait for her to respond. With measured steps, she approached Nathaniel, her voice steady.
"Mr. Falcon."
Nathaniel stood imposingly in the corridor, his tailored black suit accentuating his broad shoulders. The dim lighting caught the sharp angles of his jawline. Harrison moved toward him with effortless grace, her white lab coat pristine against her dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. The delicate curve of her neck and the quiet confidence in her posture commanded attention.
Nathaniel's breath hitched. His mind went blank.
The Whitmore family wasn't the only one stunned—he was too.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Dr. Sinclair would be Harrison.
The woman he'd been searching for relentlessly, the one who kept slipping through his fingers, had been right beside him all along.
It was Harrison. Always had been.
Dominic's voice broke the silence. "Ms. Harrison, I can't believe you're Dr. Sinclair!"
A knowing smile played on Harrison's lips. "Surprise."
She turned back to Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon."
Harrison extended her hand.
Nathaniel hesitated before reaching out. Her fingers felt delicate in his, almost ethereal. The brief contact sent a jolt through him, but she withdrew before he could process it.
The loss of contact left him strangely disoriented.
Harrison continued, her tone professional. "We've collaborated before. You're offering a substantial fee for my expertise in treating Ms. Isabella, yet now that I'm here, she's questioning my credentials. Perhaps we should reconsider this arrangement."