Chapter 523

Victoria and Theodore stared at Margaret with utter disbelief.

"Mother, how could you turn your back on Isabella now? We're supposed to be family!"

Penelope, visibly distressed, spoke up in a rush, desperate to distance herself from Isabella's impending ruin.

"What are you implying? Isabella stole Harrison's identity! All these years, she's been profiting from Nathaniel's generosity while we received nothing. Now that the truth is out, why should we suffer for her crimes?"

Frederick and Cassandra quickly added their voices. "Exactly! We won't go down with her! Mr. Falcon, if you have grievances, they're with Isabella alone—not us."

Victoria felt bile rise in her throat, her hands trembling with fury. "You're all despicable!"

Rosalind and Gabrielle watched the spectacle unfold, their lips curling in quiet satisfaction. Seeing the Whitmore family tear itself apart was more entertaining than they'd anticipated.

Years ago, Victoria had abandoned Harrison in the countryside without a second thought. Now, karma had come full circle—she was finally experiencing the betrayal she'd once inflicted.

Rosalind smirked. "This is what you deserve. Reap what you sow."

Gabrielle crossed her arms, her voice dripping with disdain. "Mr. Falcon, these people murdered Harrison's father. If not for your protection, Harrison would have dealt with them long ago. Now that you've seen their true nature, it's time they faced justice."

Margaret fell to her knees, her voice breaking. "Please, Mr. Falcon, show us mercy! Don't do this!"

Nathaniel's expression remained icy, his gaze unreadable.

"You've all deceived me. Now, I'll settle every debt—old and new. Whoever killed Benjamin will go to his grave in three days and beg for forgiveness. That's your only chance. Don't force my hand further."

Without another word, Nathaniel turned and strode away.

Rosalind and Gabrielle cast one last mocking glance at the Whitmores.

"You brought this upon yourselves."

Then they, too, left.

Margaret collapsed onto the floor, her legs giving out beneath her. She struck her thigh in frustration.

"It's over! Everything is ruined! Today was supposed to be the Whitmore family's triumph, but instead, we've fallen into the abyss. Now that Nathaniel knows the truth, we have nothing left. What do we do?"

Penelope's voice rose in panic. "Grandmother, you must think of something! We can't die because of Isabella. Why should we pay for her mistakes?"

Victoria's face was ashen. Her nails dug into her palms, but she barely registered the pain.

Harrison... This was all Harrison's doing.

The surgery had been a ruse—her real plan was to destroy them.

Why hadn't Harrison died in that wretched village all those years ago?

Victoria's eyes darkened with venom. "Enough! Arguing won't save us now. Even without Isabella, we still killed Benjamin. Harrison won't spare any of us. She wants us all dead!"

Margaret and Penelope fell silent. Their feud with Harrison was beyond reconciliation. They were bound to Isabella's fate—sink or swim together.

Margaret looked up at Victoria, exhaustion lining her face. "Then what do we do? Isabella is still in Nathaniel's hands. Her heart condition won't wait much longer."

Victoria turned to Theodore, desperation creeping into her voice. "Darling, what should we do?"

Theodore remained silent, his expression unreadable.

Victoria's voice trembled. "Theodore, when Isabella said her heart was failing, I saw the pain in her eyes. She doesn't have time. Are you really going to let her die? You know you can save her!"