Chapter 519

Rosalind reacted instantly, lunging toward Isabella.

"Stop it! Shut it off! Don't you dare play another second!"

She knocked the phone from Isabella's grip, sending it clattering across the marble floor.

Victoria moved to retrieve it, but a shadow was faster—Nathaniel's hand closed around the device before she could.

Isabella shrieked, "Nathaniel, don't! Don't look at that phone!"

The Whitmore women erupted into chaos. Victoria pleaded, "Mr. Falcon, destroy it! None of that footage is real—you can't trust what you see!"

Margaret chimed in, voice shrill, "We're wasting time! The surgery—we must focus on Isabella's heart condition!" Their agitation was palpable.

Nathaniel's icy gaze silenced them instantly. His voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Restrain them. I don't want a single one of them moving."

Dominic nodded sharply. "At once, sir."

With a single gesture, a team of security personnel in dark suits seized Isabella, Margaret, and the others.

Nathaniel's fingers tightened around the phone as he reopened the surveillance footage.

Isabella's face, once flushed with fury, had gone deathly pale. Her eyes brimmed with terror, but pinned in place, she could only sob, "Nathaniel, please! Don't watch it!"

The video played. Nathaniel zoomed in, his breath hitching as he watched Isabella—inside Harrison's apartment—steal the crystal pendant.

His pendant. The one he'd given her.

There was no denying it.

Gabrielle spoke up, voice steady. "See for yourself, Mr. Falcon. Isabella stole that pendant."

Nathaniel's head snapped up, his stare piercing. "Why?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with betrayal.

His world tilted.

For years, he'd believed Isabella was the girl who had saved him. Now, with the truth unraveling before his eyes, everything he'd clung to was crumbling.

Rosalind met his gaze. "Isn't it obvious? Isabella never owned that pendant because she wasn't the one who saved you. The real girl is someone else."

Nathaniel's voice turned razor-sharp. "Who?"

A faint smile touched Rosalind's lips. "You're a smart man. I think you already know."

The answer was undeniable. The footage proved it—Isabella had stolen the pendant from Harrison.

It had always been hers.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened, the realization hitting him like a tidal wave. He turned to Harrison, his expression raw with shock.

Harrison stood motionless in her white coat, composed and unreadable—a stark contrast to his turmoil.

Nathaniel closed the distance between them in three strides. His voice was rough, barely controlled. "Was it you?"

Silence.

He swallowed hard. "Harrison. Tell me. Were you the one who saved me all those years ago?"

Dr. Nathaniel Graves stepped forward, confirming quietly, "Yes. Harrison was your savior."