Chapter 546

Henry Lancaster's gaze softened as it lingered on Isabella before shifting to Harrison.

This was their second encounter.

Harrison met his stare with red-rimmed eyes, her vision clearer now after shedding tears. The intensity between them was palpable.

Penelope seized the moment to interject. "Mr. Lancaster, you arrived just in time! Harrison was bullying Isabella again."

Ever the picture of grace, Isabella stepped forward. "Father, it's alright. I understand. Now that I'm your daughter, Harrison must be struggling with jealousy. Let her vent."

Henry's expression hardened as he turned back to Harrison. "I don't know what vendetta you hold against my daughter, nor do I care. But mark my words—harass her again, and there will be consequences."

His warning hung heavy in the air.

Harrison's lips curled into a cool smile. "Mr. Lancaster, perhaps you should worry more about Isabella's weak heart. If you don't, you might lose her before you even get the chance to truly know her."

At the mention of her condition, Isabella clutched her chest dramatically. "Father, it hurts... Only Harrison can perform the surgery I need."

Henry's steel-gray eyes bore into Harrison. "Name your price. What do you want in exchange for saving my daughter?"

Harrison took a deliberate step forward. "You're a man of power, aren't you? You vowed to protect Isabella and the entire Whitmore family. So tell me—why can't you figure out how to cure her?"

With that, she turned on her heel.

Henry was momentarily stunned, then amused. People trembled in his presence—even Isabella, who adored him, treated him with reverence. But Harrison? She didn't fear him at all.

That girl... She had spine.

His hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

Harrison froze, then lifted her chin defiantly. "Let go, Mr. Lancaster."

Henry smirked. "I don't think so. If you're the only one who can save my daughter, you're coming with me."

Just then, a smooth, familiar voice cut through the tension. "Uncle Henry, I'm afraid you can't take her."

Harrison's breath hitched as Nathaniel stepped into view, his broad frame clad in a tailored black suit.

Rosalind exhaled in relief. Nathaniel had arrived.

She rushed to his side, whispering urgently, "Nathaniel, Mr. Lancaster wants to force Harrison to operate on Isabella. You can't let him—she's pregnant!"

Isabella's heart fluttered at the sight of Nathaniel. "Nathaniel..."

He didn't spare her a glance. His strides were purposeful as he closed the distance, seizing Harrison's other arm.

His voice was ice. "Let. Her. Go."

Now, Harrison stood trapped between the two most powerful men in Willowbrook.

Henry arched a brow, amused. "Nathaniel, technically, I'm your future father-in-law. Are you really challenging me over her?"

Nathaniel's grip tightened. "You misunderstand, Uncle Henry. You're the one interfering. Harrison belongs to me."

The declaration rang clear—Harrison was his.

Her gaze locked onto Nathaniel's sharp, aristocratic features.

Henry frowned. "Your woman? Then what does that make Isabella? You two have a marriage agreement."