Chapter 452

All gazes locked onto Isabella.

"It's clear that Mrs. Whitmore and Ms. Isabella conspired to murder Dr. Harrison!"

"Thankfully, Dr. Harrison is the renowned physician Dr. Sinclair. Otherwise, she would've been dead ten times over by now."

"Honestly, Isabella has no shame. She stole someone else's mother, family, and home... What more does she want? Why does she still insist on harming Dr. Sinclair?"

"Some people are just rotten to the core."

The words cut deep. Isabella's stomach twisted. She realized tonight, Harrison had masterfully trapped her in a web of deception.

Nathaniel's disappointed stare bore into her, crushing her under its weight. "Why would you do this? You've truly let me down."

He barely recognized the woman before him. Was this the same girl who had once cared for him in that cave?

Isabella opened her mouth to explain. "I—"

But Harrison stepped forward, silencing her. "Now you understand why I refused to treat you. I'm no saint. Why should I save someone who wants me dead?"

Isabella stood frozen, speechless.

Harrison turned to Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, now that you know Isabella tried to kill me, do you still expect me to save her?"

Panic surged through Isabella. She couldn't let this chance slip away. She grabbed Nathaniel's arm, desperation in her voice. "Nathaniel, please! Save me!"

His lips pressed into a thin line, his expression icy.

Harrison smirked, her tone dripping with mockery. "Isabella, if you want me to save you, then beg. I want you on your knees."

Penelope had already bowed. Now, Harrison demanded Isabella grovel. This would be far more entertaining.

Victoria's face paled with fury. "You expect Isabella to kneel? You—"

"Oh, how touching," Harrison sneered. "You really do love her, don't you?"

Victoria fell silent.

Harrison's sharp gaze pinned Isabella in place. "This is your only chance. Kneel and beg, or walk away."

Isabella would never kneel. To her, Harrison was nothing. Why should she lower herself?

Desperate, she turned to Nathaniel. "I won't beg! She's gone too far. Nathaniel, help me!"

He was her last hope.

Victoria and Margaret rushed to Nathaniel's side, pleading. "Mr. Falcon, Isabella is your fiancée! Are you really going to let her humiliate herself in front of all of Willowbrook's elite? Think of your reputation!"

Nathaniel remained silent, his face unreadable.

Isabella's panic spiked. She couldn't decipher his thoughts. The pressure was suffocating.

She couldn't do it. She wouldn't.

"Nathaniel," she pleaded, clutching his sleeve. "You promised. You swore you'd protect me. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

His gaze softened slightly, but his voice was cold. "I've allowed too much. Look what you've become. If I keep enabling you, who knows what you'll do next? I won't let you destroy yourself."

Isabella's breath hitched. "Nathaniel... are you saying—?"

He turned to Harrison, his tone final. "If Dr. Sinclair wants you to kneel, then kneel."