Chapter 539

Nathaniel confessed to Harrison that her fainting spell had terrified him.

Before Harrison entered his life, fear had been an alien concept to Nathaniel.

Everything changed after their paths crossed. Watching her collapse before Benjamin's grave had stolen his breath away.

Harrison appeared fragile, still in her first trimester. The emotional turmoil she'd endured left her visibly shaken.

"I'm fine. As a doctor, I know my body better than anyone," she insisted, slipping her delicate hand from his grasp.

But Nathaniel immediately recaptured it, cradling her fingers gently. "Let me stay with you."

Harrison met his gaze, her voice icy. "That's unnecessary. We're divorced—there's nothing between us anymore. Besides, you're engaged to Isabella. I understand how these high-society alliances work. You should honor your commitment."

"I won't marry Isabella," Nathaniel declared firmly.

"Your marital plans don't concern me," Harrison replied, her tone detached.

Nathaniel's eyes darkened with unspoken emotions.

The door swung open, revealing Rosalind and Gabrielle.

"Harrison! You're awake!"

With others present, Nathaniel reluctantly released her hand.

Rosalind helped Harrison sit up while Gabrielle brought over a steaming bowl of chicken broth. "You need to regain your strength. Drink this while it's hot."

Gabrielle began spoon-feeding Harrison.

Oliver entered, his sharp gaze fixed on her. "What's your next move regarding the Whitmores?"

Harrison remained silent.

Oliver continued, "Henry Lancaster is the wealthiest man alive—a living legend who built an empire. Now that he's reunited with Isabella, she's untouchable."

Nathaniel watched Harrison with concern. "You're pregnant. You can't act recklessly. Henry is dangerously powerful and cunning. After decades apart, he'll spare no expense to compensate Isabella for lost time."

Rosalind clenched her fists in frustration. "So we just watch as Isabella becomes an overnight heiress and lives lavishly?"

Gabrielle shook her head. "The daughter of the richest man... How did she get so lucky?"

Harrison sipped her broth silently. The fire of vengeance burned within her. She'd been so close to avenging her father.

"I need to rest," she murmured.

"Of course," Rosalind said softly.

Harrison lay back, letting exhaustion claim her.

Nathaniel, Oliver, Rosalind, and Gabrielle retreated to the living room.

Rosalind eyed Nathaniel. "Mr. Falcon, I didn't realize you still had ties to Isabella. Childhood engagements are binding in elite circles, aren't they? Doesn't that make her your fiancée?"

Nathaniel shot her a brief glance. "Stay with Harrison. I'm leaving."

Back at his penthouse, Dominic greeted him quietly. "Mr. Falcon, your family called."

Nathaniel already knew. His phone had vibrated earlier—a call from the Falcons in Metropolia. He'd ignored it.

Now it rang again, the melodic chime signaling another call. His mother this time.

Nathaniel answered. "Hello, Mother."

Victoria Falcon's voice came through. "I heard Henry Lancaster is in Willowbrook. Did you meet him?"