Chapter 563

Nathaniel was stunned into silence.

Harrison blinked in surprise. She had never realized her husband could be so possessive.

She turned to Nathaniel sharply. "You do remember Mr. Lancaster is your future father-in-law, don't you? You're not even married to his daughter yet, and you're already making enemies with him. Do you still want this wedding to happen?"

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. "I don't."

Harrison smirked. "We'll see if you still feel that way later."

Before Nathaniel could retort, Harrison had already slipped out of bed. "Mr. Lancaster, I'll take your blood now."

Henry Lancaster stepped forward. "Of course."

The butler brought in the medical supplies. Henry rolled up his sleeve as Harrison prepared the syringe.

Nathaniel frowned. "Why are you taking his blood?"

"Isabella's been poisoned," Harrison explained, pressing the needle against Henry's skin. "We need a blood relative's sample to synthesize the antidote. Since Mr. Lancaster is her father, his is the only viable option."

Nathaniel's expression darkened. "How did she get poisoned?"

Harrison sighed. "I wish I knew."

"I'll have my people look into it," Henry said calmly.

Outside the door, Victoria had been listening intently. When she saw Harrison drawing Henry's blood, panic surged through her.

This was bad.

If they used Henry's blood, the truth would come out. And if Isabella's real identity was exposed—everything would be ruined.

Just then, Theodore appeared. "What are you doing here?"

Victoria startled. "N-Nothing!"

Theodore narrowed his eyes. "I saw you lurking by the door."

He glanced inside. "Harrison is just collecting Mr. Lancaster's blood to help Isabella. What's so interesting about that?"

Victoria forced a smile. "I just don't trust her. What if she does something to hurt Isabella? I was keeping watch."

Theodore gave her a warning look. "Your concern is noted. Right now, saving Isabella is the priority. Don't interfere."

With that, he walked away.

Victoria watched Harrison through the crack in the door, her mind racing. She had to switch Henry's blood with hers—tonight.

She was Isabella's real mother. Only her blood could keep the secret buried.

Once Harrison finished, she began preparing the antidote.

She decided to stay at the Whitmore estate for now.

With both Henry and Nathaniel present, the Whitmores were at least civil to her.

As Harrison worked in the room, her phone buzzed. Rosalind was calling.

She stepped into the hallway. "Rosalind?"

"Harrison, how are things? Is anyone giving you trouble?"

Harrison leaned against the wall. "I'm fine. No one's bothering me."

"Good!"

"I need a favor," Harrison said suddenly.

"Name it."

"There's a red flower herb in my apartment. Can you bring it to me? I can't leave right now."

"Consider it done."

"Thanks."

Harrison hung up. She was about to return when a maid approached. "Ms. Whitmore, we've prepared chicken soup for you in the kitchen. Would you like some?"

Harrison shook her head. "No, thank you."

She moved to walk past, but the maid blocked her path.

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"

The maid's eyes darted nervously. "I—"