Chapter 531

Nathaniel stated coldly that Isabella was merely facing the consequences of her own actions, but she refused to accept this verdict.

Without sparing her another glance, Nathaniel strode away, his long legs carrying him swiftly toward the exit.

Isabella couldn't let him leave. Collapsing onto the cold floor, she unleashed a desperate scream.

"Nathaniel! Don't walk away! How could you treat me like this? Ever since you married Harrison, I've watched you transform. You fell for her long ago, didn't you? Now that you've discovered she was the girl from your past, you're discarding me without hesitation! You can't do this!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Nathaniel didn't so much as glance back. Not even a second of his attention remained for her.

Dominic gazed down at the crumpled figure on the floor. "Ms. Isabella, Mr. Falcon is correct. You're facing the harvest of what you've sown."

Isabella's tear-filled eyes lifted to meet Dominic's. She knew perfectly well he'd long since aligned himself with Harrison. He'd always favored her.

Clenching her fists until her nails drew blood, she spat, "Why? Why does everyone adore Harrison? What makes me so inferior?"

Dominic's voice turned glacial. "The question isn't what you lack compared to her. The truth is, you possess nothing that could ever measure up to her worth."

The verbal blow struck deeper than any physical wound. As Dominic turned to leave, Isabella remained alone in the shadowed room.

Her cheek still burned from Nathaniel's slap, her lips stained crimson. Every inch of her body ached from the bodyguards' rough handling, as though her very bones might shatter.

Curled in the corner, she grappled with the unthinkable reality. Nathaniel, who had once cherished her above all others, had cast her aside without remorse.

Fear coiled in her stomach. She had no knowledge of her parents' or Margaret's current actions, but she clung to the certainty they would come for her. They would save her!

The three-day deadline loomed. This marked the Whitmore family's second countdown, and today they would be forced to confess their sins at Benjamin's gravesite.

Oliver, Rosalind, and Gabrielle arrived early at Harrison's apartment. "Harrison, are you prepared? We should depart for the cemetery now."

Harrison gave a firm nod. "I'm ready. Let's go."

As Rosalind opened the door, her breath caught at the imposing figure waiting outside. Nathaniel had been standing there for some time, his presence commanding the hallway.

"Mr. Falcon, what brings you here?" Oliver greeted with polite curiosity.

Nathaniel's intense gaze locked onto Harrison's delicate features. "I'm attending the cemetery as well. You'll ride with me."

Oliver arched an eyebrow. "That won't be necessary. I've brought my car. Harrison can accompany me."

Nathaniel didn't so much as blink, his focus remaining fixed on Harrison. "Isabella remains in my custody, and I have unfinished business with the Whitmores. Harrison rides with me."

After a brief consideration, Harrison turned to Oliver. "I'll go with Mr. Falcon."

Oliver's lips quirked in amusement as he regarded Nathaniel. "Very well, Mr. Falcon. You win this round."

Rosalind stepped forward. "Then I'll join Harrison in Mr. Falcon's car."

Gabrielle nodded in agreement. "I'll ride with Mr. Oliver. We shouldn't delay any longer—let's proceed to the cemetery."

Harrison gave a decisive nod. "Let's go."

The two luxury vehicles set off toward the cemetery. Nathaniel's large hands gripped the steering wheel with controlled intensity as Harrison and Rosalind occupied the backseat.

"Mr. Falcon, how has Isabella been faring these days?" Rosalind inquired.

Nathaniel's lips curved into a humorless smile, his voice distant. "Confined to a darkened room. By now, I imagine she's beginning to unravel at the seams."