Chapter 689

Isabella's heart soared with triumph.

She had finally broken free.

Her eyes darted cautiously around the dimly lit alley. Silence enveloped everything—no footsteps, no whispers. Under the cloak of darkness, she had slipped away from the Lancaster estate undetected. Now, she could move without restraint, executing her plans without suspicion.

A cruel smirk twisted her lips. Every ounce of suffering Harrison had inflicted upon her would now be repaid tenfold—through Charlotte.

Without hesitation, she turned and vanished into the night.

Soon, she arrived at the abandoned warehouse where the kidnappers waited.

The masked man yanked open the creaking door. "Took you long enough."

Crack!

Isabella's palm struck his cheek with brutal force. "That's no way to address your employer," she hissed. "Or have you forgotten who funds this operation?"

The man winced, rubbing his stinging skin. "Apologies. We were just... anxious. The longer this drags on, the riskier it gets."

Even these lowlifes understood the danger of keeping Victoria and Charlotte captive for too long.

"Are they still secured?" Isabella demanded.

"Locked tight. No one's seen them."

She grabbed a black mask and pulled it over her face, then shrugged into a sleek, dark coat. "Take me to them."

The man led her down a narrow corridor, stopping before a rusted metal door. With a grunt, he shoved it open.

Inside, Victoria and Charlotte lay curled on a thin mattress, stirring at the intrusion. Victoria instantly shielded Charlotte, her eyes blazing with defiance.

"Who are you?" Victoria's voice was steel. "You're the one behind this, aren't you?"

Isabella's altered voice dripped with icy amusement. "Clever girl."

Victoria's fists clenched. "What did we ever do to you? Kidnapping is a crime—you won't get away with this."

Isabella scoffed. "Still so bold for a hostage."

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Victoria snapped. "I'm Victoria Hawk. Harm me, and you'll regret it."

Despite days in captivity, neither showed fear. Their hair was tangled, their clothes rumpled, but their spirits remained unbroken.

Isabella hesitated—hurting Victoria wasn't part of the plan.

Then Charlotte piped up, tiny fists shaking. "You're mean! My mommy's gonna save us!"

The mention of Harrison sent fury surging through Isabella. "You insolent brat!" She whirled to the men. "Grab her. She's first."

The thugs lunged forward—but Victoria threw herself between them and Charlotte.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Victoria snarled.

Isabella froze.

Victoria was standing. Walking.

Her legs—once paralyzed—were healed.

"You... can walk?" Isabella's voice cracked with disbelief.

"Harrison cured me," Victoria said coldly. "She's a miracle worker. And Charlotte's mother. So think very carefully about your next move."

Isabella's blood turned to ice.

Victoria's legs had been deemed hopeless by specialists. Yet Harrison had healed them effortlessly.

For years, Isabella had painstakingly won Victoria's trust. Now, hearing Victoria defend Harrison—praising her—felt like a knife twisting in her chest.

Jealousy and rage consumed her.

This wasn't over. Not even close.