Chapter 483

Nathaniel's piercing gaze locked onto Harrison, his head shaking in vehement denial. "Impossible! That child can't be Oliver's! It's mine!"

Harrison's fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The tension in her jaw threatened to crack teeth.

Why was Nathaniel reacting this way? What made him so certain the baby was his?

"Nathaniel," Harrison's voice trembled with frustration, "since when do you care about children? Do you actually want Harrison to keep this baby? Is that what this is about?"

Dark emotions flickered in Nathaniel's usually composed eyes. He couldn't explain the visceral certainty coursing through him, but he knew - he just knew - that baby was his.

He needed it to be his.

Harrison reached into her designer bag, producing a document. "Here's the pregnancy report. Clear as day - two weeks and three days. Do the math yourself."

Nathaniel snatched the paper from her manicured fingers.

Harrison's name stared back at him from the medical form. The dates confirmed everything: two weeks and three days pregnant.

Two weeks. The timeline didn't add up.

Their last encounter had been over a month ago. The time before that, two months. In the past month, Harrison had been with Oliver exclusively.

The truth hit him like a freight train. That child belonged to Oliver.

Harrison had conceived with Oliver.

White-hot rage surged through Nathaniel's veins. Now her deception at Vitalis Health made perfect sense - she hadn't been pregnant then because the baby wasn't his to begin with.

He'd been a fool.

With one violent motion, Nathaniel shredded the document. Paper snowflakes fluttered to the marble floor.

His broad chest heaved, muscles taut with barely contained fury.

Isabella moved to embrace him. "Now that Harrison's with Oliver, of course she'd carry his child. No wonder she reacted so violently when we took him. He's the father, after all."

Nathaniel's lips pressed into a bloodless line, offering no response.

Isabella continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy, "This isn't our concern anymore. That baby belongs to Harrison and her lover. We should wash our hands of it."

Before she could finish, Nathaniel shoved her away.

He grabbed his tailored jacket and stormed toward the exit.

Isabella stood frozen, stunned by his abrupt departure. "Nathaniel!" she called after him. "You said you had meetings!"

"I'm going to see Harrison," he threw over his shoulder without breaking stride.

His imposing frame disappeared down the hallway.

Nathaniel was going to Harrison!

Isabella's heel struck the floor with enough force to crack tile. Why couldn't he let Harrison go? Did he still have feelings for her?

Then a wicked smile curled her lips. Let them stay trapped in this misunderstanding forever. Let it tear them apart permanently!

Harrison sat alone in her Rosewood Manor penthouse when her assistant delivered the prenatal medications before hastily departing.

Grimacing, Harrison forced down the bitter herbal concoction meant to stabilize her pregnancy. The acrid taste burned her throat.

Her emotional turmoil had taken its toll. She could feel the fragile life inside her becoming more precarious with each passing day.

The sharp chime of the doorbell shattered the silence.

Who could it be at this hour?

Harrison padded to the door and opened it.

Nathaniel stood framed in the doorway, his towering presence as commanding as ever.

She had no desire to see him. Not now. Not ever again. Without a word, Harrison moved to slam the door.

Nathaniel's hand shot out, stopping the door with effortless strength.

"Let me in!"