Chapter 444

The moment Harrison stopped speaking, Isabella stepped forward.

"That's not what I meant..."

Harrison's sharp gaze locked onto Isabella. "Then explain yourself. Do you expect me to treat you?"

Isabella went silent, words failing her.

A sly smile curled Harrison's lips. "I could help you. But you'll have to beg."

She was making Isabella grovel.

Isabella's face paled.

Harrison knew her too well. Isabella had always looked down on her, believing herself superior. The revelation that Harrison was Dr. Sinclair had shattered Isabella's pride.

Forcing her to lower her head and plead was worse than death—it was humiliation beyond measure.

The discomfort wasn't just Isabella's. Margaret, Victoria, and Penelope all shifted uneasily, their expressions darkening.

Harrison's eyes gleamed with amusement as she studied them. "You're the ones who need me now. Begging requires sincerity. Isn't that what you taught me?"

Victoria's face flushed with anger. "Harrison, watch your tone!"

Harrison tilted her head. "Or what? You could always let Isabella die."

"You're a doctor! You have a duty to save lives! How can you say such things?" Margaret cried.

A duty to save lives?

Harrison took two deliberate steps forward, stopping inches from Margaret. "Anyone else can say that to me. But you? You lost that right the day my father died."

Margaret's face drained of color. Her heart pounded. Did Harrison know?

Harrison savored the horror in Margaret's eyes. She wasn't in a hurry. This was just the beginning.

She had all the time in the world to play with them.

"You wanted to see me. Now you have. The offer stands, Isabella. Beg, and I'll treat you. Otherwise, I'm leaving."

With that, Harrison turned and walked away, her stride confident and effortless. Isabella's face twisted with fury.

"Nathaniel!" Isabella's voice was desperate as she turned to him.

Nathaniel didn't spare her a glance. He strode forward, catching up to Harrison in long, purposeful steps.

"Nathaniel!" Isabella stomped her foot in frustration.

Margaret groaned. "Is Harrison really Dr. Sinclair? My god! Harrison is Dr. Sinclair!"

Penelope stood frozen, shock gripping her. She had always been the proudest of the Whitmore family. Never had she imagined Harrison could be Dr. Sinclair.

Meanwhile, Victoria felt like she might choke on her own rage. Even after exiling Harrison to the countryside, she had still risen to greatness.

Her bloodline was terrifying—something beyond human control.

"Mother, what do we do now? We have to ask Harrison for help! And look—Nathaniel is following her!"

Before, Nathaniel had been like them, dismissing Harrison as nothing more than a housewife with a useless degree.

Now that her true identity as the miracle doctor was revealed, it was a brilliance that made any woman shine.

No man could resist a woman of extraordinary talent.

Isabella felt the danger creeping in. Nathaniel was slipping away—like sand through her fingers, no matter how tightly she tried to hold on.

Nathaniel finally reached Harrison. "Harrison."

She stopped and turned. "Yes?"

He hesitated. "We need to talk."

Harrison arched a delicate brow. "Sorry. I have a major surgery soon. No time. If you want to speak, book an appointment through my assistant."