Chapter 453

Isabella gasped, certain she'd misheard.

Nathaniel had just ordered her to grovel before Harrison!

She staggered back, nearly collapsing, but Victoria caught her.

"Mr. Falcon!" Victoria cried, voice trembling. "How could you do this? You're letting Harrison humiliate her!"

Nathaniel's icy glare silenced her. "And you? Isn't Harrison your own daughter? Explain your actions."

Victoria flinched, speechless.

Harrison's piercing eyes locked onto Isabella. "Well? I don't have all night."

Rosalind smirked. "If you don't kneel now, next time, you'll have to beg just for the chance."

Isabella's face drained of color.

Harrison didn't wait. "Seems you've made your choice. Let's go, Rosalind."

They turned to leave.

Isabella's fists clenched. "Fine!" she shouted. "Harrison, I'll kneel!"

Harrison paused, turning back.

And then, in front of Willowbrook's elite, Isabella dropped to her knees.

Tears burned in her eyes, humiliation searing through her. This was her greatest shame. "Harrison... please. Save me."

She had begged.

Victoria's heart shattered. Her hatred for Harrison reached its peak.

Margaret wailed, "Our family is ruined! Completely ruined!"

She had prided herself on raising two shining stars—only for Harrison to destroy them both.

Harrison looked down at Isabella, a cruel smile curling her lips. "I never said I'd save you."

Isabella froze. "You—!"

"I told you to kneel," Harrison said coolly. "I never promised anything in return."

Victoria yanked Isabella up. "Harrison, you monster!"

Harrison's chilling gaze swept over Margaret, Victoria, Isabella, and Penelope.

"Who killed my father?" Her voice was steel.

The question struck like a blade.

"In three days," Harrison continued, "at his grave, I want every person responsible to confess. Kneel before him. Turn yourselves in."

Margaret and Victoria paled. In Harrison's eyes, they saw death.

"You think tonight was the end?" Harrison's voice dropped to a whisper. "No. This is just the beginning. You've trampled on my father's grave for years, living in luxury. Now—you'll pay for it."

With that, she turned and walked away, her silhouette vanishing into the night.

Margaret and Victoria knew the truth.

Harrison had declared war.

The dinner ended. Nathaniel stepped outside—only for Margaret, Victoria, and Isabella to rush to him.

"Mr. Falcon!" Margaret cried. "Will you really let Harrison destroy us?"