Chapter 447

Nathaniel finally understood.

He gazed at Harrison, voice low. "Harrison—"

She cut him off, turning to Rosalind. "Let's go."

But Nathaniel caught her wrist—and she winced.

He frowned. "What's wrong?"

Rosalind yanked his hand away. "Remember the kidnapping? She was injured. Badly. But of course, you chose Isabella and left her behind."

Nathaniel stood silent.

Harrison met his eyes calmly. "It's fine. I'm used to it."

His chest ached.

"Between us, Isabella was always your choice," she said softly. "I was always left behind."

The pain in his chest sharpened.

"I'm sorry. Isabella once saved my life," he admitted.

Harrison blinked. That was new.

"So you repay her, but forget me?" She laughed bitterly. "I saved you too."

Nathaniel froze. "When?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Years ago. That forest. You were badly injured."

His breath caught. How did she know?

He stepped closer. "Did Isabella tell you?"

Harrison shook her head. "I was there."

What?

Before he could ask more—

"Nathaniel!"

Isabella approached, arm slipping possessively through his.

Behind her came Margaret, Penelope, and Victoria of the Whitmore family.

Harrison smirked at Isabella's territorial display.

Then Alistair strolled over. "Ah, Penelope. Meet Dr. Sinclair—my mentor. That makes her your grand-mentor."

Penelope's face drained of color.