Chapter 660

"Don't fret," Dominic reassured. "Mrs. Hawk's head injury has been properly attended to."

Victoria exhaled in relief. "Thank goodness."

She drifted off to sleep after ending the call. At dawn, her maid Eleanor uncorked a delicate vial and offered a pill to Victoria, who swallowed it without hesitation.

"How are you feeling today, madam?" Eleanor inquired.

A peculiar warmth blossomed in Victoria's legs, intensifying with each passing second. Tentatively, she flexed her toes.

Her legs responded.

Eleanor gasped. "Your legs—they moved!"

Victoria's heart pounded wildly. After decades of paralysis, she could finally feel her limbs obeying her commands. With trembling determination, she planted both feet firmly on the floor.

"Good heavens! You're standing! Let me assist you!" Eleanor rushed to steady her mistress.

Victoria rose shakily from the wheelchair. "Release me."

As Eleanor withdrew her hands, Victoria remained upright, swaying slightly but maintaining her balance. "You're doing it! This is miraculous!"

Victoria stared at her legs in awe. After twenty-three years, she was standing on her own.

Then her knees buckled, and she collapsed back into the wheelchair. Though she couldn't sustain the position yet, the breakthrough was undeniable. Her legs were healing.

"Madam, this is extraordinary! That medicine from Ms. Harrison works wonders!"

Victoria's eyes shimmered with emotion. "Is she departing today?"

Eleanor nodded. "Her flight leaves this morning."

"Then we must hurry!" Victoria declared. "She gave me back my legs. I must thank her personally. Prepare the car immediately—we're going to the airport!"

Within minutes, they were speeding toward Metropolia International.

Meanwhile, Harrison and Charlotte had just cleared security. The little girl clung to her mother's hand.

"Mommy, can't we stay longer?" Charlotte murmured wistfully.

Harrison smoothed her daughter's hair. She recognized the unspoken longing—Charlotte had taken to Nathaniel instantly, drawn by that unbreakable paternal bond.

A pang of guilt twisted Harrison's heart. This was one gift she could never provide.

"We'll visit again soon, darling," she promised.

Charlotte nodded obediently.

Harrison checked her watch. Boarding would commence shortly, but Oliver was nowhere to be seen. He'd promised to accompany them on the private jet back to Florentia. Where was he?

She settled Charlotte in a lounge chair. "Wait here, sweetheart. I need to call Daddy Oliver."

As Harrison stepped away, two figures in black hoodies materialized across the terminal. Their baseball caps shadowed their faces as they moved with predatory focus toward the unsuspecting child.

Harrison's phone connected after two rings. "Oliver? Where are you?"

"Ran into complications," his voice crackled through the receiver.

Her grip tightened on the phone. "What kind of complications?"

Before Oliver could respond, a child's scream pierced the airport din. Harrison whirled around—just in time to see Charlotte being snatched by the hooded figures.