Chapter 491

Nathaniel spun around to find Dominic standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Falcon, do you require anything further?" Dominic inquired.

A gnawing unease twisted in Nathaniel's gut. His instincts screamed that danger loomed nearby.

He clenched his jaw before murmuring, "Go check on Harrison and—"

Isabella's piercing scream cut through his words.

Nathaniel shot to his feet. "Isabella! What's wrong?"

"My chest... It's burning," she gasped.

Her body went slack without warning, collapsing against Nathaniel's chest.

Dominic rushed forward. "Sir—"

But Isabella clung to Nathaniel, her fingers digging into his neck.

"The pain... It's unbearable," she whimpered between ragged breaths. "Hospital... Now."

Her hand clutched at her heart, each inhale shallower than the last. "Can't... breathe... Nathaniel, please!"

His expression darkened with alarm. Without hesitation, he swept her into his arms. "Hang on. We're leaving now."

He stormed out, cradling her trembling form.

Meanwhile, Rosalind burst into Gabrielle's apartment. The door swung open before she could knock.

Panting from her sprint, Rosalind called out, "Harrison? Gabrielle? Where are you?"

Silence answered her. The disarrayed apartment showed signs of struggle—but no occupants.

Dread coiled in Rosalind's stomach. Harrison should have arrived first. Both women had vanished.

She flung open a bedroom door. Gabrielle lay motionless on the hardwood floor.

Rosalind dropped to her knees, shaking Gabrielle's shoulders. "Wake up! What happened?"

Gabrielle's eyelids fluttered. "Help... Harrison..."

"Where is she?" Rosalind demanded, voice shaking.

"They took her... The baby... They want the baby..." Gabrielle slurred before losing consciousness again.

Rosalind's blood ran cold. "Who? Where?"

But Gabrielle had slipped back into oblivion.

Hands trembling, Rosalind yanked out her phone and dialed Nathaniel.

The line rang endlessly. Before the call connected, she screamed into the receiver, "Nathaniel! Answer me! Harrison's in trouble! Your child—your baby's in danger! Pick up, damn it!"

The robotic voicemail greeting mocked her panic. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable—"

Nathaniel wasn't responding.

Rage and terror warred in Rosalind's chest. How could he ignore this? His own flesh and blood at risk?

She redialed, voice cracking. "That's your baby, Nathaniel! If anything happens to Harrison or your child, you'll never forgive yourself! Answer your goddamn phone!"

Again, only the cold automated message responded.

Desperation clawed at Rosalind's throat. Nathaniel had abandoned them when they needed him most.

With shaking fingers, she called the only person left who could help.

Alistair answered immediately. "Rosalind?"

"Dad! Send help now! Harrison's been taken!" she sobbed.

"What? Dr. Sinclair?" Alarm sharpened Alistair's tone.

"I don't know details, but she's pregnant! We can't lose her or the baby!" Rosalind choked out between gasps.