Chapter 445

Harrison told Nathaniel to schedule an appointment if he wanted to speak with her.

Nathaniel's striking features darkened instantly. No one had ever dared make him wait for an appointment. Harrison was the first.

"You'll have to excuse me."

With that, Harrison walked away with her entourage, leaving Nathaniel standing there, frozen.

He could only watch, his expression icy.

Dominic approached cautiously. "Mr. Falcon, perhaps I could arrange a meeting through Ms. Harrison's assistant?"

Nathaniel shot him a sharp glare.

Dominic held up his hands in defense. "Before, she was just Ms. Harrison. Now, she's Dr. Sinclair—the miracle doctor, a legend in medicine. Even the wealthiest have to wait for an audience. This isn't personal, Mr. Falcon."

The more Dominic explained, the worse Nathaniel's mood became.

"If you can't speak properly, don't speak at all," Nathaniel snapped.

Dominic fell silent.

Just then, Nathaniel's phone rang—Alistair calling.

He answered immediately. "Alistair, did you know about Harrison's identity from the start?"

Alistair chuckled. "So you finally figured it out! Why the accusation? Dr. Sinclair was your wife. You didn’t know, and now you're blaming me?"

Nathaniel had no response.

Alistair added, "Oh, right—she's not your wife anymore. You're divorced."

Nathaniel stood there, stunned. Had everyone turned against him today?

"I'm hosting a dinner for Dr. Sinclair tonight. You should come," Alistair continued.

Now that Harrison had revealed herself, Alistair, as her apprentice, had arranged the gathering.

Nathaniel exhaled. "Fine. I'll be there."

At the Whitmore residence, Nathaniel stood with Alistair, surrounded by towering figures from academia and medicine.

They smiled at Alistair. "Who would've guessed Dr. Sinclair is so young? Such achievements at her age—she must be extraordinary."

Alistair beamed. "Yes, I never imagined Harrison was my mentor. A Westfield genius with an innate gift for medicine."

He glanced at Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, you must be the most shocked here, hm?"

Nathaniel's mood was sour. He gave Alistair a cool look. "You seem thrilled."

Alistair grinned. "Of course! Dr. Sinclair is my mentor. If you were still her husband, I'd have to address you differently. That would complicate things, wouldn’t it?"

Nathaniel had no reply.

Alistair smirked. "Regretting it now?"

Was he? Nathaniel wasn’t sure.

A sudden stir erupted nearby. "Dr. Sinclair is here!"

Nathaniel looked up—and there she was.

Harrison.

Tonight, she wore a sleek black gown, her dark hair loosely tied with strands grazing her pale neck, ethereal and untouchable.

Beside her, Rosalind glowed in white, youthful and radiant.

Together, they commanded the room.

"Ms. Harrison." Alistair stepped forward to greet her.

Harrison and Rosalind approached, and Alistair introduced her to the guests.