Chapter 619

Isabella's brow creased in confusion, her thoughts spinning wildly. "What are you talking about? What happened to Theodore?"

Victoria's voice dropped to a whisper, laced with urgency. "He's discovered the truth about who you really are. He—"

Before she could finish, Isabella cut her off sharply. "Truth about my identity? What other truth could there be? My lineage is crystal clear—I'm the sole heir of the wealthiest man alive! Henry Lancaster's one and only daughter!"

The reality of her true origins remained hidden from Isabella.

Victoria hadn't intended to reveal everything, but with Theodore awake, there was no choice. She had to brace Isabella for what was coming.

"Isabella, I need to tell you something crucial. You're not Mr. Lancaster's biological daughter."

What?!

Isabella's face drained of color, her eyes widening in shock. "Who dares say that? Have you gone mad?!"

Victoria held her gaze, steady but sorrowful. "The truth is, you're the daughter I had with Benjamin. I switched you with Harrison when you were just a baby."

Isabella's breath hitched, her chest tightening. "You... switched me with Harrison? You and Benjamin are my real parents? Then what about Harrison? Does that mean... she's..."

Victoria nodded gravely. "Yes. She is Mr. Lancaster's true daughter—the rightful heiress to the Lancaster fortune."

Harrison was Henry's biological child, the legitimate heir to everything!

The words struck Isabella like a bolt of lightning, her vision tunneling as her thoughts shattered. Her mind went blank, unable to process the revelation.

She understood each word individually, but together, they made no sense.

"No! This is a lie!" Isabella's voice cracked with hysteria. "I see now—Harrison is your real daughter. You've been scheming to replace me with her as the Lancaster heiress! You're nothing but a fraud!"

Victoria reached for her, but Isabella recoiled.

"No, listen to me—everything I'm saying is true. You have to accept this—"

"I won't hear another word! You're lying! Harrison is your and Benjamin's child, and I am the true Lancaster heiress! That's the only truth!" Isabella screamed, clapping her hands over her ears.

She refused to listen.

The foundation of her world had crumbled. For years, she had lived under the illusion that she was the rightful Lancaster heir. Now, Victoria had shattered that delusion.

How could that nobody Harrison be the true heiress?

Isabella was certain—she was the real one!

Victoria's voice turned desperate as she forced Isabella to confront reality.

"You must face the truth. Think about it—if Harrison were my real daughter, would I have treated her so poorly? You're my flesh and blood. I used Harrison as a stepping stone to secure your position. But now, Theodore knows everything. He's awake, and he could expose your secret at any moment. If that happens, we're both ruined!"

Her words doused Isabella like ice water, freezing her heart but clearing the fog in her mind. She had to accept it.

She was the impostor—Harrison was the true Lancaster heir.

Isabella could never allow Harrison and Henry to reunite as father and daughter, nor let Harrison claim the life that should have been hers.

She would stop it—no matter what.

Her eyes burned with fury as she glared at Victoria. "What do we do now? Why did Theodore wake up? Why isn't he dead already?"