Chapter 489

Harrison's eyelids fluttered open as consciousness slowly returned. Blinding surgical lights assaulted her vision, forcing her to squint against the harsh glare.

Her medical training instantly identified her surroundings. The cold metal beneath her, the antiseptic smell - she was on an operating table.

White-coated figures moved around her in practiced efficiency. The sharp sound of glass vials being uncapped echoed through the sterile room.

"Prepare the anesthesia," a detached male voice ordered. "We'll begin the termination procedure immediately."

Termination?

The attack at Gabrielle's apartment flashed through her mind. They'd been waiting for her. Hunting her. All to get to the life growing inside her.

She tried to move but her limbs felt like lead. The blow to her neck had left her weak, helpless.

"Shouldn't the family be present for this?" a nurse asked hesitantly.

The lead doctor's voice remained clinical. "Mr. Falcon personally ordered this procedure. He won't be attending."

Another physician leaned closer, pity in his eyes. "You should have known better than to cross Nathaniel and Isabella. Everyone knows how devoted he is to her. This entire operation was his doing - the ambush at your friend's place, this hospital room. All arranged by Mr. Falcon himself."

Harrison felt the world drop away beneath her. Nathaniel - how could you?

She'd known his obsession with Isabella ran deep. But this...

This was beyond cruelty. Just when she thought she understood the depths of his darkness, he proved her wrong again.

Her fingers trembled against her still-flat abdomen. Her baby. Their baby.

She wouldn't let them take this from her.

Couldn't.

"Administer the sedative," the doctor commanded. "Mr. Falcon expects confirmation."

A gloved hand approached with a long needle, its sharp point glinting under the lights.

Every cell in Harrison's body screamed in protest.

Not my child!

With a surge of adrenaline, she twisted away. Her bare feet hit the cold floor as she lunged for the door.

Just a few more steps. If she could reach the hallway, find help...

Her fingers closed around the metal handle.

A strong arm yanked her backward, breaking her grip. She fought wildly, nails scraping against latex gloves.

"Let me go! You can't do this!" Her voice cracked with desperation.

They overpowered her easily, pinning her back onto the table.

"Don't blame us," one doctor muttered as straps secured her wrists. "We're just following Mr. Falcon's orders. He's the one who wants this done."

Tears burned tracks down Harrison's cheeks. The salt stung her chapped lips.

Why? Why would he do this?

In that moment, she hated Nathaniel Falcon with every shattered piece of her heart.

Meanwhile, at Rosewood Manor...