Chapter 525

Theodore's call sent waves of excitement through Victoria. A triumphant smile curved her lips.

Her daughter was about to reach unimaginable heights!

As Victoria stepped out of the room, Margaret, Penelope, Frederick, and Cassandra watched her intently, their gazes burning with anticipation.

Margaret's voice trembled. "Has Theodore made his choice?"

Victoria nodded. "He's on the phone right now."

Margaret slammed her cane against the floor, her wrinkled face alight with joy. "Excellent! This changes everything!"

Penelope frowned, still piecing things together. "Grandmother, who is Uncle Theodore contacting?"

"No need for details," Victoria interjected. "Just know that a powerful figure from Metropolia is coming to Willowbrook. We must prepare to receive him properly!"

Penelope studied their exhilarated expressions, her pulse quickening. Though she didn't know this mysterious man's identity, she sensed his arrival would alter the Whitmore family's destiny forever.

Even Nathaniel and Harrison paled in comparison.

"So... we're not rescuing Isabella?" Penelope asked.

Victoria waved a dismissive hand. "Leave it to the man from Metropolia. Our role is simply to welcome him."

Meanwhile, Harrison and Oliver returned to her penthouse. Oliver shook his head. "No wonder you came to Willowbrook for Mr. Falcon. I never realized you two shared such history. What a tragedy he spent all these years believing Isabella saved him."

Rosalind and Gabrielle had followed them inside.

Gabrielle's lips curled in disgust. "Mr. Falcon is utterly blind! After everything you endured—married to him while he pined for Isabella—how can you forgive him so easily?"

Rosalind nodded fiercely. "You nearly died on that operating table! Both you and your baby... He doesn't deserve your mercy."

Though Nathaniel was her cousin, she refused to defend his actions.

Suddenly, the doorbell pierced the tense silence.

Ding-dong!

The insistent ringing suggested urgency.

"I'll get it," Rosalind said, striding to the door. Her breath caught when she saw Nathaniel's imposing frame filling the doorway.

"Mr. Falcon?" She blinked in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Nathaniel's gaze swept past her. "Where's Harrison? I need to speak with her!" He moved to enter.

Rosalind blocked him. "Why? Shouldn't you be tending to Isabella? Her delicate heart requires constant attention, doesn't it?"

Nathaniel flinched at her sarcasm but didn't argue. He deserved every barb. Right now, only Harrison mattered.

"Let me see her," he demanded.

Rosalind stood firm. "This is Harrison's home. If she wants to see you, she'll say so."

Nathaniel's fists clenched. "Then ask her."

With a curt nod, Rosalind shut the door and returned to the living room.

"Harrison," she announced, "Mr. Falcon is here. He's demanding to see you."