Chapter 537

The revelation struck Harrison like lightning. This was her first time hearing about the arranged marriage. Her wide eyes locked onto Nathaniel, realizing their fates had been intertwined since birth.

Rosalind had known about the agreement. But the world's most powerful man's precious daughter had vanished two decades ago. With no leads all these years, everyone assumed the Lancaster heiress had perished.

Never could she have imagined Isabella was that missing billionaire's daughter.

Gabrielle exhaled sharply. Today was supposed to bring justice for Benjamin's death. But Isabella's shocking lineage had turned everything upside down.

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. His voice turned glacial. "Uncle Henry, that arrangement was between you and my father. But marriages today are about personal choice. That childhood engagement holds no weight."

Henry's expression remained unreadable. No flicker of anger or joy crossed his features. Just a calm smile. "So you're refusing to marry my daughter?"

Nathaniel's gaze briefly flickered to Isabella beside Henry. "Correct. I will never marry her."

Isabella's nails dug into her palms as she glared daggers at Harrison.

Her hatred wasn't for Nathaniel—it was all directed at Harrison.

If not for that woman, none of this would be happening!

Henry studied Harrison with quiet intensity. "If not my daughter, then who? That woman behind you?"

Nathaniel moved to shield Harrison, but she stepped forward, voice steady.

"Mr. Lancaster," she said, "we're not here to discuss family engagements. We're here about Isabella's crimes."

Henry's piercing gaze shifted fully to Harrison. She was Isabella's age—most girls would tremble under his scrutiny.

But Harrison met his eyes unflinchingly. There was something... different about her.

Henry couldn't shake the feeling he'd sensed since their first encounter.

His voice remained even. "Even knowing who her father is?"

Harrison didn't blink. "Yes. Being your daughter doesn't give her license for murder."

She took a deliberate step forward. "Let me properly introduce your long-lost daughter, Mr. Lancaster. Isabella is manipulative, deceitful, and willing to destroy anyone in her path. She has no conscience—only ambition."

Henry's brow furrowed as he turned to Isabella.

The color drained from Isabella's face. "Father! She's lying!"

Margaret chimed in hastily, "Mr. Lancaster, they've always been rivals! This is pure slander!"

Harrison scoffed. "Look at the entire Whitmore family. They're cut from the same cloth—climbing over corpses to reach the top."

Her eyes found Benjamin's tombstone. His smiling face etched in stone, that gentle expression forever memorialized.

"They murdered my father. Blood demands blood. None of them will walk free—not even your precious Isabella."

The air thickened with Henry's unspoken rage. His presence alone turned oppressive, a silent storm brewing.

Victoria rushed to intervene. "Mr. Lancaster, ignore her hysterics! She's clearly biased!"

Rosalind cut in sharply. "Still denying? You just found your daughter, Mr. Lancaster. Perhaps you should examine what kind of woman she's become."

The tension crackled like live wires as two powerful families stood at the brink of war.