Chapter 476

A gentle chime broke the silence. Harrison's phone lit up with an incoming call.

It was Victoria.

Isabella swiped to answer. Victoria's frantic voice crackled through the speaker. "Isabella, any updates with Nathaniel?" A small smile played on Isabella's lips. "Relax, Mother. Everything's under control."

Victoria's voice trembled with excitement. "Truly?"

"Absolutely," Isabella affirmed. "Tell Father and Beatrice to stop worrying. No matter how much Harrison pressures him, Nathaniel will shield us. He'll ensure Harrison treats my heart condition, then sever all ties with her completely!"

Victoria nearly squealed. "Brilliant! If Mr. Falcon cuts Harrison off, the fallout will be spectacular. You're a genius!"

Isabella's smile widened, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

Three days later. At dawn's first light, Harrison stood before Benjamin's grave.

She'd given the Whitmore family three days to act. Today was reckoning day.

Harrison traced her father's smiling photograph on the headstone. His kind eyes seemed to watch over her.

"Dad," she whispered. "They're coming. Every last one of them will answer for what they did."

Her phone's melodic ringtone shattered the quiet. Oliver's name flashed on screen.

She answered immediately.

"At the cemetery yet?" Oliver's voice was warm.

"Already here," Harrison confirmed.

"Good. I'll join you shortly."

"I can manage alone. Stay home."

"Not happening." His tone turned protective. "You're carrying our child. I won't let you face the Whitmores alone. I've got you."

Harrison's heart swelled. Abandoned as a child, she'd found more love than she'd ever dreamed possible.

"Where are you now?"

"Almost there. I—"

A deafening crash cut him off. The line filled with static.

Harrison's breath hitched. "Oliver? Oliver!"

Two sharp beeps. Then silence.

Her stomach twisted. Oliver never dropped calls. Never.

She redialed. A robotic female voice responded: "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

Ice flooded her veins. Why would Oliver's phone be off?

Luxury cars crunched on gravel. Margaret led the procession—Theodore, Victoria, and the third branch members: Penelope, Frederick, and Cassandra. The entire Whitmore clan had arrived.

Harrison's lips curled. In all these years, had any Whitmore visited her father's grave?

Not once.

Their sudden appearance today was almost comical.

She pocketed her phone, pushing aside her growing unease. Margaret approached with a chilly smile.

"Harrison." She glanced at the headstone. "Since we're here, we'll pay our respects."