Chapter 454

Isabella stared at Nathaniel with wounded eyes, unshed tears glistening in them, silently begging for his comfort.

Nathaniel remained stone-faced. His voice was icy when he spoke. "How did Benjamin really die? Which one of you in the Whitmore family is responsible?"

Victoria and Margaret exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions darkening.

Nathaniel didn't wait for an answer.

Dominic pulled up in a sleek black Bentley. Nathaniel stepped inside, and the car sped away.

Back at the Whitmore estate, an oppressive silence filled the grand halls. Margaret sat rigidly on the sofa, surrounded by shattered remnants of her prized antique vases.

The maids stood frozen in the corners, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The entire Whitmore family had gathered—every branch, every relative. None dared miss this meeting.

Margaret's rage still simmered. "Useless. Every single one of you. None of you can compare to Harrison."

"She grew up in the countryside, yet she's a genius from Westfield. She's Dr. Sinclair. If she had been my granddaughter, our family would have ruled Willowbrook by now!"

"Now she's trampling over us, and we can't fight back. Because you're all incompetent!"

Theodore and Frederick had rushed back from the office, still reeling from the revelation—Harrison was the renowned Dr. Sinclair.

Frederick hesitated. "Harrison is Dr. Sinclair?"

Theodore exhaled sharply. "Apparently so."

The memory of groveling before that imposter made their stomachs churn. Harrison must have been laughing at them the entire time.

Margaret's scowl deepened. "What now? Harrison is coming for us. She wants the truth about Benjamin's death. She wants the killer to confess."

Penelope, anxious, turned to her grandmother. "Who really killed Uncle Benjamin?"

Neither Isabella nor Penelope had known the truth.

Margaret scoffed. Benjamin had been nothing but an adopted son. Theodore and Frederick were her blood.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "The poison that killed Benjamin was delivered by Victoria herself. He fought back, but Theodore and Frederick held him down. Victoria forced his mouth open, and I poured it in. We all played our part."

"What?!"

Isabella and Penelope recoiled in horror.

Margaret's tone softened slightly as she recalled that night. "It was storming. Benjamin struggled until his last breath. Even as the poison took hold, he was calling Harrison's name. His eyes never closed."

Even now, Theodore, Frederick, and Victoria couldn't escape the nightmares.

Harrison had asked if they'd ever been haunted by Benjamin's ghost.

The answer was yes.

Frederick's voice was thick with guilt. "Benjamin loved Harrison more than anything. We thought sending her away would bury the past. But she came back for revenge."

Theodore sighed. "If Harrison succeeds, our family is finished. There's no way out of this."