Chapter 506

Nathaniel attempted to gently disentangle himself from Isabella's grasp, but her fingers only tightened around him. She arched her neck, flashing Harrison a dazzling, victorious smile as she nestled against his chest.

It was a deliberate provocation, dripping with arrogant satisfaction.

Harrison's face remained impassive, revealing nothing.

Isabella kept her eyes locked on Harrison, her voice laced with playful malice. "Did you come here for me?"

Harrison didn't answer. Instead, her gaze slid to Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, we need to talk."

Nathaniel hadn't anticipated Harrison confronting him so bluntly. He shifted to rise from the bed.

But Isabella clung to him, refusing to release him. "Nathaniel, don't go! My heart still hurts..."

Rosalind, losing patience, snapped, "Enough with the act!"

Still, Isabella held on. "You promised you'd stay with me. I can't bear you leaving."

Nathaniel's brows furrowed in irritation. "Let go. I'll be back shortly."

"No," she whined petulantly. "I won't."

Isabella shot Harrison a defiant glare.

Harrison's piercing, crystalline eyes met hers with glacial composure. She looked down at Isabella with an expression laced with quiet derision.

So this was the extent of her schemes?

The stolen identity, the pilfered heirloom pendant—Harrison had unraveled every deceit.

She regarded Isabella like a trivial nuisance before turning to Nathaniel with an icy smile. "I'll be waiting outside."

Without another word, Harrison strode out.

Rosalind shot Nathaniel a pointed look. "You'd better follow her. What she has to say is important—ignore it, and you'll regret it forever."

Then she hurried after Harrison.

Nathaniel's gaze hardened as it landed on Isabella. "Isabella. Release me."

His tone brooked no argument.

Reluctantly, Isabella loosened her grip. Nathaniel stood, his long strides carrying him swiftly toward the door.

Victoria, watching him leave, frowned. "What could Harrison possibly need to discuss with Mr. Falcon?"

Isabella's eyes gleamed with certainty. "What could she possibly know? She has no proof I took her place or orchestrated any of this. She's just shamelessly clinging to Nathaniel, trying to manipulate him!"

Her fists clenched, jealousy seeping into her voice.

"Harrison, why won't you just vanish?"

Harrison had returned to her private hospital suite. Moments later, Nathaniel arrived.

Eleanor and Rosalind, sensing the tension, discreetly exited to give them privacy. Nathaniel stepped inside to find Harrison standing by the window, her dark hair cascading like silk over her shoulders. The pale sunlight caught its strands, casting an almost otherworldly glow around her.

She wore a hospital gown, but a white coat draped over her shoulders lent her a fragile elegance. Nathaniel approached, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension.

He was the first to speak. "You wanted to talk?"

Harrison turned slowly, her luminous eyes locking onto his. "Yes. I have a question for you."

Nathaniel arched a brow. "And that is?"

Her gaze never wavered. "Tell me about you and Isabella."

Nathaniel stiffened, caught off guard. He knew Harrison wasn't one for idle gossip—she'd never before asked about his relationship with Isabella. Cautiously, he replied, "What do you want to know?"

Harrison met his eyes steadily. "I heard Isabella once saved your life. Is that true?"

Nathaniel's tall frame tensed. "Did Rosalind tell you that?"

Harrison nodded. "Yes. She mentioned that years ago, when you were injured, Isabella rescued you in a cave."