Chapter 458

Nathaniel could never forget the night Harrison first mentioned divorce. It had been his birthday, and she'd prepared an extravagant dinner, waiting patiently for his return.

Things he'd once taken for granted had vanished, leaving behind an emptiness that gnawed at him, accompanied by a dull ache.

Perhaps this was the regret that only surfaces when you lose what truly mattered.

He raised his glass, taking slow sips of the warm water. The liquid spread its comforting heat through his mouth before sliding lazily down his throat.

Before, he never knew Harrison was Dr. Sinclair. If she was such a renowned physician, why had she entered his life?

She'd taken that photo with him at Westfield.

After his accident left him comatose, she'd disappeared from public view, withdrawing from the world to marry him - even cooking for him daily. How deep must her love have been?

Nathaniel combed through his memories, searching for any encounter before that photo was taken. Nothing came to mind. They'd never met before.

So...when had she developed feelings for him? What had sparked that devotion?

He desperately wanted to ask her.

There was an unshakable feeling that some significant event connected them, something from long ago that had slipped his mind.

His tall, striking figure carried an air of solitude now, his sharp features softened by melancholy.

Harrison was having dinner when Oliver asked, "What did Mr. Falcon want with you earlier?"

She took a bite of lobster, her expression unreadable. "No idea."

Gabrielle chimed in, "Mr. Oliver, don't waste your breath on that man. Besides Isabella, women flock to him everywhere he goes. He snaps his fingers and they come running. Harrison should stay far away." Rosalind, firmly on Harrison's side, added, "Exactly! Harrison's Dr. Sinclair - people would kill just to meet her! Yet she cared for him for three years. He was the luckiest man alive and didn't even appreciate it!"

Harrison lifted her glass. "Let's not discuss him. Right now, I only care about avenging my father. A toast."

"To justice!" they chorused.

"Harrison, that's definitely milk you're drinking, right? You're pregnant - no alcohol," Gabrielle reminded.

Harrison smiled softly. "Don't worry. I wouldn't."

Her hand rested gently on her still-flat stomach, tracing slow circles. She cherished this child more than anything.

This was her baby, and she would pour all her love into it.

After nearly an hour by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Nathaniel spotted Rosalind and Gabrielle leaving Harrison's apartment building.

His brow furrowed. Oliver was missing.

Why wasn't Oliver coming down?

If Rosalind and Gabrielle had left, did that mean Oliver was staying the night with Harrison?

Nathaniel immediately dialed Rosalind's number.

Downstairs, she answered. "Hello?"

His voice was icy. "Why just you two? Where's Oliver?"

Rosalind arched an eyebrow. "Mr. Oliver? He's not coming down. He's staying with Harrison tonight."

Nathaniel's grip tightened on the phone.

Rosalind continued, "Why so surprised? They're a couple now. Isn't it normal for them to stay together?" Then she added pointedly, "You could always go find Isabella. After all, you made your choice clear - picking her over Harrison, abandoning both her and the baby!"

The word "baby" struck Nathaniel like a physical blow, triggering an instinctive reaction.

"What baby?" he demanded, his voice strained.