Chapter 541

Henry Lancaster wanted the whole world to know his daughter had returned.

Isabella's heart raced with exhilaration. It felt surreal, like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

This was incredible. Absolutely breathtaking.

Isabella nodded eagerly. "Yes! I'd love to return to Metropolia with you! I want to go home!"

Just then, Margaret spoke up. "Mr. Lancaster, are you truly taking Isabella back so soon? All these years, she's been with us at the Whitmore estate. I've cherished her like a rare jewel, granting her every wish. Isn't that right, Isabella?"

Margaret glanced at Isabella, her expression now dripping with politeness—nothing like the sharp, scrutinizing looks she used to give. She was clearly trying to win Isabella's favor now.

Isabella couldn't help but smirk. Once, she had bent over backward to please Margaret. Now, the tables had turned. Margaret was the one seeking her approval.

Isabella knew exactly what Margaret was hinting at. The Whitmores had raised her, and now they expected something in return from Henry.

She was more than happy to grant a small favor. After all, she was the daughter of the wealthiest man alive.

She turned to Henry. "Father, the Whitmores raised me. They're like family."

Margaret nodded eagerly. "Exactly, Mr. Lancaster! Isabella is extraordinary, and we've poured everything into her upbringing."

Henry's gaze shifted to Margaret. "Mrs. Whitmore, if you want something, just say it."

Margaret beamed. "Mr. Lancaster, as you know, that young woman you met—Harrison—has a vendetta against our family. She wants to destroy us. We have one simple request: Just tell her she can’t touch us as long as you're involved."

In Henry's mind, Harrison's delicate, heart-shaped face flashed before him. After a brief silence, he replied, "Fine."

The Whitmore family erupted in celebration. Henry's word was law—no one would dare lay a finger on them now.

Margaret grinned. "Thank you, Mr. Lancaster!"

Henry turned to her again. "That girl's name is Harrison?"

Margaret hesitated, surprised by his sudden interest.

Isabella's stomach twisted. Why was he asking about her?

She couldn't let anyone steal his attention.

Margaret nodded. "Yes, her name is Harrison."

Henry arched a brow. "Who is her mother?"

Victoria hesitated, unsure of his intentions. She stepped forward. "Mr. Lancaster, Harrison is my daughter."

Henry studied Victoria, his gaze piercing. "She's your daughter? You don’t resemble each other at all."

Victoria stiffened. "Well—"

Isabella clung to Henry's arm, pouting. "Father, why are you asking about her? We just reunited, and now you're distracted by someone else! It hurts my feelings."

She feigned anger perfectly.

Henry immediately softened. "Forgive me, my dear. I was merely curious. If it upsets you, I won’t mention her again."

Victoria spoke gently. "Mr. Lancaster, Isabella has missed you all these years. She's bound to be sensitive. Please cherish her even more."

Henry pulled out a sleek black card and handed it to Isabella. "This is yours."

Isabella's eyes widened. A black, gold-embossed card—exclusive, global access, unlimited funds.

Henry smiled. "We'll leave for Metropolia soon, but before we go, take this and enjoy yourself."

Isabella clutched the card, grinning. "Thank you, Father! You're the best!"