Chapter 478

Nathaniel abruptly shifted gears.

"Have you managed to contact Oliver yet?"

At the mention of Oliver's name, Harrison's pulse quickened.

Nathaniel stood imposingly in his tailored black suit, radiating aristocratic refinement. His piercing gaze held no warmth—only the ruthless authority of a man accustomed to power.

He had chosen Isabella. To him now, Harrison was merely a stranger.

His eyes showed no lingering affection—just the cold determination of someone who'd made his choice.

Nathaniel's lips parted slightly. "You couldn't reach Oliver, could you? Or more accurately, your call with him was suddenly disconnected?"

Harrison's mind raced as realization dawned. She stared at Nathaniel in shock. "What did you do to him?"

Nathaniel's expression remained unreadable. "Try calling him again. See if he answers."

Without hesitation, Harrison pulled out her phone and redialed Oliver's number.

Only the endless ringing tone greeted her. No answer.

Oliver never ignored her calls. She should have realized sooner—with Oliver's status and connections, no one would dare touch him. Except Nathaniel.

Willowbrook was Nathaniel's domain. If he wanted to act against Oliver, it would be effortless.

Harrison's voice shook as she confronted Nathaniel. "Where is Oliver? What have you done to him?"

Isabella smirked victoriously, tightening her grip on Nathaniel's arm. "Haven't you witnessed Nathaniel's methods before? If you refuse to cooperate, Mr. Oliver will experience them personally!"

Harrison's hands trembled with barely contained rage. "What do you want?"

Nathaniel's tone remained clinical. "My demand is simple—treat Isabella's heart condition. Once she recovers, Oliver will be unharmed."

Isabella added with cruel delight, "To put it bluntly—if anything happens to me, Mr. Oliver dies with me. And Harrison, the blood will be on your hands. He's completely innocent, after all."

Margaret laughed mockingly. "We tried being reasonable, but you remained obstinate. Did you think we lacked powerful allies? Falcon Enterprises stands with us!"

"Harrison, you'd better start treating Isabella immediately. Her life is invaluable. If she suffers, everyone you care about will pay the price," Victoria added venomously.

Harrison studied the Whitmore family's smug expressions—their true ugliness revealed. They only dared act this way because Nathaniel backed them.

But Nathaniel's betrayal cut deepest.

Her hands turned ice-cold as she turned her devastated gaze toward him.

"You know who murdered my father. These people—my father's supposed mother, brothers, and wife. They conspired to kill him! They're all murderers! And now you're protecting them?"

Harrison pointed at Benjamin's gravestone, her voice breaking with grief and fury.

"You were difficult before, but at least I believed you had principles. Now, standing before my father's grave, you're siding with his killers?"

Nathaniel's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly at his side. He knew. He'd already deduced the Whitmores killed Benjamin.

Meeting Harrison's shattered gaze, something flickered in his eyes.

Isabella immediately pressed closer, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Nathaniel darling, you're not having second thoughts now, are you?"