Chapter 683

Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. The audacity of Harrison showing up uninvited at the Lancaster estate—home to the wealthiest man in Metropolia—was beyond comprehension.

Her voice dripped with venom. "We're not friends. This isn't a social call. Get out."

She moved to physically escort Harrison out, her fingers curling with barely restrained fury.

Harrison merely arched a brow, unmoved. She hadn't come all this way to be dismissed so easily.

A deliberate glance at Henry Lancaster. "Your father personally invited me. Surely, Mr. Lancaster, you wouldn't rescind your hospitality now?"

She knew Henry's reputation. A man of his standing didn't renege on his word.

True to form, Henry intervened. "Harrison just arrived in Metropolia. She'll stay." His tone brooked no argument as he addressed the maid. "Tea, please."

Isabella's jaw tightened. "Father!"

Henry was already walking toward the sitting area, his decision final.

Harrison met Isabella's glare with calm amusement. "The Lancaster heiress. I've heard so much about your... accomplishments. Naturally, I wanted to see for myself."

Isabella's laugh was brittle. "Cut the act. We both know why you're really here."

"Do enlighten me."

Silence.

Harrison stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "My daughter Charlotte and Mrs. Victoria were taken."

Isabella recoiled. "And? I had nothing to do with it! If you're accusing me—"

"I didn't accuse you." Harrison's gaze sharpened. "Why so defensive?"

With a scoff, Isabella turned on her heel. "Father, I'm retiring for the evening."

Henry nodded absently.

Alone with Henry, Harrison settled onto the plush sofa.

His question was direct. "Why come to me?"

"Charlotte and Victoria are missing."

Henry's frown deepened. "Who took them?"

"The Falcon and Lancaster families have history. You'd help Victoria, wouldn't you?"

"Of course. What do you need?"

Harrison held his gaze. "I think Isabella is involved."

Henry stiffened. "Impossible. My daughter wouldn't—"

"Here's what I ask." Harrison's voice was steel. "Keep her here. Don't let her leave."

A beat of silence.

"This proves her innocence. If I'm wrong, I'll apologize personally."

Henry studied her—the clarity in those sharp eyes, the unshakable conviction. Finally, he nodded. "Done."

"Thank you."

For all their differences, Henry Lancaster was a good man.

A soft voice interrupted.

"Henry, you're home?"