Chapter 693

Henry Lancaster stared at Isabella, his disapproval barely concealed. "You've crossed a line this time. How could you stoop so low?"

He had always known his daughter was willful and manipulative, but when Harrison revealed she had orchestrated kidnappings, he refused to believe it. The idea that his own flesh and blood could be so ruthless was unfathomable.

As the patriarch of the Lancaster dynasty, Henry took immense pride in his lineage. Isabella's mother, the elegant and refined Lady Isabella, came from equally distinguished stock. With such noble bloodlines, how had they produced someone so morally bankrupt?

His heart ached with bitter disappointment.

Yet Isabella showed no remorse. Instead, her expression twisted with indignation.

"Father! How could you humiliate me like this in front of Harrison? I'm your daughter! Why do you always take their side over mine?"

She spun on her heel, ready to storm out—but a broad-shouldered bodyguard blocked her path.

Harrison's voice cut through the tension like steel. "Did I say you could leave?"

Nathaniel's tone was glacial. "You abducted Charlotte and my mother. The evidence is undeniable. Did you really think you could walk away unscathed?"

Isabella's gaze darted between them, realizing neither would back down.

Then she looked at Victoria, whose eyes had turned to ice. The warmth she once held for Isabella was gone.

Her only lifeline now was Henry.

"Father," she pleaded, voice trembling, "I'm your only child! You can't let them do this to me!"

Henry remained silent.

Panic crept into her tone. "If you don't protect me, my life is over!"

Finally, Henry turned to Harrison and Nathaniel. "I'm taking Isabella home."

Despite everything, he still shielded her. No matter how deep his disappointment ran, he couldn't abandon his blood.

Harrison wasn't surprised. She had expected this. Henry was a devoted father, even to a daughter like Isabella.

"If you let her escape consequences," Harrison said firmly, "she'll only grow bolder. Next time, who knows what she'll do? If you truly love her, you must teach her to be better."

Henry hesitated—she was right. "From now on, I'll keep her under strict supervision. Her mother returns soon, and I can't let you take her yet. But I give you my word—once Lady Isabella arrives, justice will be served."

Nathaniel glanced at Harrison. "Your call."

Harrison nodded. "Fine. I'll hold you to that promise."

For now, she would let it go.

Isabella exhaled, a smug smirk playing on her lips. As long as she remained the Lancaster heiress, she believed herself untouchable.

Henry signaled his men. "Clean this up. Isabella, with me."

Father and daughter departed together.

Harrison gathered Charlotte into her arms. "Let's go home."

Victoria looked at her gratefully. "Thank you for healing my legs."

Nathaniel, unaware of the miracle, stared in shock.

Victoria smiled. "Harrison did it."

Nathaniel's eyes softened as they met Harrison's. "Thank you."