Chapter 502

The kidnappers exchanged panicked glances with Dr. Julian Whitmore. Their carefully maintained facade of calm shattered instantly.

"I'll talk, Mr. Falcon!" Julian blurted out, his voice trembling.

Nathaniel's lips curved into a cold, knowing smile. "Excellent. Start talking. Who hired you? Who orchestrated this entire scheme?"

Julian swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Mr. Falcon, someone offered an exorbitant sum to purchase the child in Harrison's womb. That person is—"

Before he could utter the name, a violent cough wracked his body, blood spraying from his lips.

Nathaniel's expression darkened. "Medics! Now!"

A team of doctors rushed in, but it was too late. One by one, the other kidnappers collapsed, crimson staining their lips as they convulsed on the floor.

The lead physician straightened, his face grim. "Mr. Falcon, they've been poisoned. There's nothing we can do."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened, his piercing gaze burning with fury.

Dominic stepped closer, voice low. "The mastermind moved faster than we anticipated. They eliminated loose ends. Whoever did this is ruthless."

Nathaniel had underestimated their enemy's audacity—to strike right under his nose.

Now, every lead had vanished.

He turned on his heel and strode out.

Eleanor and Rosalind were waiting anxiously in the hall.

"Did you get answers? Who's responsible?" Eleanor demanded.

Nathaniel shook his head.

Dominic quickly recounted the events inside.

Eleanor's cane struck the marble floor with a sharp crack. "Vicious tactics. I never imagined she'd go this far!"

Rosalind clenched her fists. "All traces are gone. We're back to square one."

They had been so close—only to have the truth slip through their fingers.

At that moment, Alistair approached. "Dr. Sinclair is awake!"

Eleanor and Rosalind brightened immediately. "Harrison's awake? Thank heavens! Let's go!"

They hurried toward the hospital room.

Nathaniel froze for a heartbeat. Harrison was conscious?

Then he moved, following swiftly behind them.

Inside the ward, Harrison was propped up against the pillows. Eleanor and Rosalind flanked her bedside, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering worry.

"Harrison, darling! You gave us such a fright," Eleanor murmured, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief.

Harrison managed a weak smile. "I'm alright. And Gabrielle...?"

Rosalind squeezed her hand reassuringly. "She's fine. Just next door. The doctors said she inhaled a sedative—she'll wake up by morning."

Harrison exhaled in relief. The thought of endangering her closest friend had haunted her.

Her fingers drifted to her stomach. She had checked her pulse earlier—her baby was safe.

They had survived.

Eleanor's tone shifted slightly. "Harrison."

Harrison met her gaze.

"Why didn't you tell me about the pregnancy? I had to find out from someone else."

She knew how desperately Eleanor wanted a great-grandchild. But with tensions between her and Nathaniel, revealing the truth would have complicated everything.

"I'm sorry, Grandmother..." Harrison whispered.

Eleanor's stern expression softened. She reached out, gently touching Harrison's abdomen. "My dear girl, I should be thanking you. You're carrying the future of the Falcon family."

Just then, Rosalind noticed the tall figure lingering in the doorway. "Mr. Falcon, are you just going to stand there?"

Harrison looked up.

Nathaniel.

He stood motionless, his broad frame filling the doorway, those intense eyes locked onto hers.

Their gazes held—neither willing to look away first.