Chapter 455

Isabella and Penelope were paralyzed, struggling to process the horrifying truth.

This wasn't grief for Benjamin—they'd never cared for him.

This was fear.

Penelope's hands trembled. "You killed him! What do we do now? Harrison is demanding justice. Our family is doomed!"

Isabella collapsed onto the couch, dizzy. "How did this happen? She's coming for us, and you're the murderers! Do you think she'll stop until we're all destroyed?"

Penelope shook her head. "Harrison isn't the same anymore. She's Dr. Sinclair now. She's untouchable."

Isabella clutched her chest, panic rising. "What do we do? My condition is worsening. If Harrison refuses to treat me, I'm as good as dead!"

For them, survival was the only concern.

The Whitmore family was in shambles. No one had expected Harrison to become this powerful.

Why did she have to be Dr. Sinclair?

Margaret turned to Isabella sharply. "We need Nathaniel's help. You must convince him."

The mention of Nathaniel made Isabella's jaw tighten. "Grandmother, you saw how he treats me. He won't help us."

Margaret's frustration boiled over. "What happened to the Whitmore family's pride? You're all worthless compared to Harrison! I should have kept her by my side years ago."

Isabella's eyes burned with tears, crushed under the weight of her grandmother's scorn.

Theodore and Victoria took her home. The moment she sat down, she broke into sobs.

"Mom, Dad, what do I do? Nathaniel's heart belongs to Harrison now. I'm losing him—and my health is failing. I can't lose everything!"

Once, Isabella had been Nathaniel's golden girl, the prima ballerina who stood above all. She'd looked down on Harrison, but now the tables had turned. Harrison was unstoppable, and Isabella was powerless.

Victoria pulled her into a tight embrace. "Don't be afraid, Isabella. You still have me."

She turned to Theodore desperately. "Say something! Look at her—she's falling apart! You have to help her!"

Isabella looked up with swollen eyes. "Mom, do you really think Dad can fix this?"

Victoria nodded firmly. "If he wants to, he can."

Isabella grabbed Theodore's arm. "Dad, please! I'm your real daughter. I can't lose everything. Help me!"

Theodore's heart ached. He would do anything for Isabella—she was his world.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "No one loves you more than I do. I'll help you. Just give me time to think."