Chapter 555

Harrison lowered her delicate lashes, casting shadows across her porcelain cheeks. "Of course I remember. You're the one who forgot."

Nathaniel froze.

She pushed against his chest, turning away sharply. "When I begged for your love, you rejected me. Now that I've moved on, you cling to me like a desperate child. Is this your twisted version of affection? I don't love you anymore."

The words sliced through him again—a blade honed by repetition.

Nathaniel's eyes burned crimson, his voice raw. "You're lying. I refuse to believe you've stopped loving me!"

Harrison met his gaze steadily, enunciating each syllable. "Let me make this painfully clear—I. Don't. Love. You. My heart belongs to Oliver now."

His knuckles whitened, tendons standing in stark relief. "Oliver Blackwell?"

"Yes." She placed a protective hand over her abdomen. "He treats me like a queen. I'm carrying his child. We're finished, Nathaniel. Your constant harassment is suffocating."

"Nathaniel—"

"The Lancasters and Hawks have an engagement contract. Your mother already confronted me. Can't you handle your family drama without dragging me into it? Do you want my baby to grow up fatherless because of your selfishness?"

The words strangled him. He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged—only the crushing weight of helplessness.

"I saved your life twice—first in those caves, then during your coma. I never asked for repayment. Now I'm begging you—stay away. If you ever truly loved me, let me go. Let me find happiness."

Had she remained silent, Nathaniel would have clung to her forever.

But these words? They were steel bars slamming between them.

His fists trembled, chest constricting as if ribs were splintering.

"This is our final conversation. Don't seek me out again. I won't have Oliver misunderstanding us." Her heels clicked against pavement as she walked away.

"Harrison—"

He lunged forward just as a silver Bentley purred to the curb. Oliver emerged, sweeping Harrison into an embrace. "Are you alright? Victoria came to see you?" His fingers traced her cheekbone, eyes dark with concern.

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

Oliver exhaled sharply before spearing Nathaniel with a glare. Without another word, he guided Harrison into the car.

Nathaniel stood paralyzed—a discarded toy in the rain. The realization struck like lightning: he'd lost her.

Truly lost her.

Across the street, a Rolls-Royce's tinted window lowered. Henry Lancaster observed everything—the breakup, the devastation—with hawk-like intensity.

"Mr. Lancaster," his butler murmured, "the investigation is complete."

Henry nodded. "Proceed."

"Miss Harrison did save Nathaniel's life as children, but... Isabella took credit. Later, when Nathaniel became comatose... Isabella fled abroad. Harrison married him in her place, becoming Mrs. Hawk."

The window slid up, sealing Henry's satisfied smirk in darkness.