Chapter 520

Gabrielle shook her head in disbelief. "Mr. Falcon, you've committed an unforgivable error! Harrison was the girl from all those years ago. How could you possibly confuse Isabella for Harrison?"

Victoria chimed in, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's true! You and Harrison were torn apart by fate. And in your blindness, you inflicted so much suffering upon her without ever realizing it."

The girl from that time had always been Harrison.

Never Isabella—only Harrison.

Nathaniel's fingers curled into tight fists, his knuckles turning white. How was this possible? The girl he had searched for, the one who had saved him, was Harrison.

All these years, he had been chasing the wrong shadow. He had lavished affection on the wrong woman.

Harrison met Nathaniel's gaze, her voice soft but steady. "Yes... it was me."

Nathaniel froze, his entire body rigid as if struck by lightning.

Harrison's pale eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her voice thick with emotion.

"I was the one who pulled you from that cave. Where did you disappear to afterward? Do you have any idea how long I waited for you? Years, Nathaniel. I waited for years. You promised you would take me with you. You swore you'd give me a home, that you'd never abandon me. I carried those words in my heart all this time."

Nathaniel couldn't speak. The weight of his mistake crushed him, stealing his voice. Before him, Harrison's delicate features finally aligned with the girl from his memories—the one he had failed to recognize.

He remembered every vow he had made to her.

Harrison's eyes, red-rimmed from unshed tears, glistened.

"I waited... but you never came. So I went searching for you."

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

"I followed your trail, crossed cities, endured hardships. I saw your photograph in a shop window in Westfield. That was how I learned your name. I studied everything about you."

A bitter smile touched her lips.

"Then I heard you were in a coma. The Whitmores wanted me to take Isabella's place in marrying you, so I agreed. Nathaniel, I journeyed through hell just to reach you."

Back then, Nathaniel hadn't been able to bring her home.

So she had come to him instead.

It had taken over a decade.

Harrison had walked an endless road, and finally, she stood before him.

Nathaniel listened in stunned silence, his mind reeling. He had abandoned her.

Left her alone in the world.

While he had kept Isabella by his side, Harrison had been left to fend for herself.

She had fought her way to him—only for him to fail to recognize her.

A sharp, unbearable pain lanced through Nathaniel's chest, twisting deeper with every breath.

He stepped forward, gripping Harrison's shoulders with desperate intensity. "Harrison, I'm sorry... I didn't know... I never meant to—"

Harrison gazed up at him, a fragile smile curving her lips despite the tears. "I used to hate you. I despised you for forgetting me. For being so cruel."

Nathaniel's eyes burned, his grip tightening as if he could erase the past through sheer will. "No—I never forgot you. Harrison, I made a mistake. I thought Isabella was you."

Isabella watched in silent horror as the truth unraveled before her. Her worst nightmare had come to pass.

What now? What could she possibly do?

Margaret, Victoria, Theodore, and Penelope stood frozen, their faces drained of color. They had arrived brimming with arrogance, believing Isabella's heart surgery would mark a new beginning.

Instead, it had become the first step into their ruin.

Nathaniel and Harrison had found their way back to each other.

No matter how desperately they tried to interfere, fate had already woven its design.

After years of separation, Nathaniel and Harrison were finally reunited.