Chapter 533

Nathaniel shielded Harrison and Rosalind beneath his umbrella as they approached the gathering.

Theodore rushed forward, his expression etched with worry. "Mr. Falcon, where's Isabella? She's been locked up for three days. How is she?"

Victoria's voice wavered as she stepped closer. "You were once close to her. Please, don't be cruel."

Rosalind scoffed. "Always twisting the truth, aren't you? You're accusing Mr. Falcon and Harrison of cruelty, but what about Isabella's crimes? If she hadn't stolen Harrison's identity, would she even be in this mess? You're ignoring everything she's done. How convenient!"

Victoria's face flushed with fury. "Mind your words!"

Theodore turned to Harrison, desperation in his eyes. "Harrison, please let me see her. Just for a moment?"

Harrison studied him. They hadn't interacted much—Theodore had always doted on Isabella. Still, Harrison knew he was a devoted father.

But sometimes, love could be destructive.

Isabella's downfall was the result of Theodore's indulgence, and he bore responsibility for it.

Harrison glanced at Nathaniel. "Bring her out. Let them see."

Nathaniel gave a subtle signal, and Dominic, flanked by guards, escorted Isabella forward.

Oliver and Gabrielle arrived moments later.

Isabella's eyes lit up. "Mom! Dad! You're here!"

Theodore and Victoria nearly lunged forward, restrained only by the guards.

Victoria's heart shattered at the sight of her daughter—bruised cheeks, tangled hair, clothes in disarray. Once the radiant star of ballet, Nathaniel's beloved, now reduced to this.

Tears welled in her eyes. "Isabella, my poor girl! Don't be afraid. We're here now. We won’t let anything happen to you."

Isabella thrashed against the guards' grip. "Save me! I can't go back to that room—I'll lose my mind!"

Theodore's voice was frantic. "You won't. I swear it!"

Harrison's laugh was icy. "That isn't your decision to make. There's only one way to save her—confess. Whoever killed my father will pay."

Margaret stepped forward, her tone sharp. "Harrison, must you take this so far?"

Penelope chimed in, "You've already won. You're Dr. Sinclair. You have Nathaniel. What more do you want?"

Harrison's gaze hardened. Even now, the Whitmores showed no remorse.

There was no point in arguing.

"Justice isn't negotiable. A life for a life. Turn yourselves in."

Margaret sneered. "And if we refuse?"

Rosalind smirked. "You'd prefer the hard way?"

Nathaniel's chilling gaze swept over them. His voice was lethally calm. "Harrison's words are mine. This is your last chance. Otherwise, the Whitmore name will vanish from Willowbrook. Every trace of you—gone."

Margaret paled. Nathaniel Falcon controlled Willowbrook's wealth and power. Against him, the Whitmores were powerless.

He could erase them like ants.