Chapter 622

Theodore collapsed to the floor, blood seeping through his shirt. Harrison immediately pressed her hands against the wound, her fingers trembling.

"Stay with me," she pleaded, her voice thick with urgency. "I can help you—just hold on!"

Her mind reeled. Never had she imagined Theodore would throw himself in front of her, taking the blade meant for her chest.

Theodore weakly shook his head. He already knew—his time was up. His gaze, heavy with remorse, locked onto Harrison. There were so many words left unspoken, but all he could manage was a broken whisper.

"I... regret..."

His hand fell limp. His eyes closed.

Harrison clutched him tighter. "No! Don't you dare give up! I can fix this—just stay awake!"

Victoria knelt beside them, pressing two fingers to Theodore's neck. No pulse.

He was gone.

By her own hand.

Harrison looked up at Victoria, her voice shaking with disbelief. "How could you? You tried to kill me—your own daughter?"

The realization struck like ice. She had long accepted Victoria's cold indifference, her blatant favoritism toward Isabella. But this? This was beyond cruelty. Victoria had raised a knife against her. She had wanted her dead.

If not for Theodore, Harrison would be the one lying lifeless on the floor.

Isabella didn't shed a single tear. No grief, no remorse. Her mind raced only about replacing Theodore with Henry. Fury burned through her—Theodore had ruined everything! They had been so close to ending Harrison!

"Mother, hurry!" Isabella hissed. "You killed the wrong one! Finish her now—before it's too late!"

Driven by hatred, Victoria snatched the bloodied knife and stood. Her eyes burned with venom as she glared at Harrison.

"You were always a mistake. I should have gotten rid of you years ago."

She lunged.

Harrison moved faster. A silver needle flashed in her hand, striking a precise point on Victoria's wrist.

Victoria gasped as her fingers went numb. The knife clattered to the floor.

Harrison's voice turned glacial. "You're insane. You just murdered someone. Enjoy prison."

"What are you waiting for?" Isabella shrieked. "Pick it up! Kill her!"

Victoria scrambled for the knife, desperation twisting her features.

Then—the door exploded open.

A towering figure stormed in.

Nathaniel.

Isabella's face paled. He was here. It was over.

Nathaniel's furious gaze locked onto Victoria. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

He didn't hesitate. A brutal kick sent Victoria crashing into the wall. Blood sprayed from her lips as she crumpled.

Nathaniel rushed to Harrison, his hands cradling her face. "Harrison, I'm here. Are you hurt?"

She shook her head. "I'm fine... but Theodore... he's gone."

Nathaniel checked for a pulse. Nothing.

Then Harrison gasped, clutching her stomach. Pain twisted her features. "Something's wrong..."