Chapter 723
Isabella's voice shook with barely contained fury as she pierced Harrison with a venomous glare.
"Who do you think you are?! This is Lancaster family business! What gives you the right to interfere?"
Eleanor slipped off the bed, her meticulously constructed scheme crumbling before her. Everything had been progressing perfectly until Harrison had stormed in like a hurricane.
The fragile pretense dropped from Eleanor's face as she leveled Harrison with an icy stare. "Ms. Whitmore, you certainly have a talent for inserting yourself where you don't belong."
Harrison's sharp gaze locked onto Eleanor's face.
"I understand why you're upset. Anyone with eyes can see you're interested in Mr. Lancaster."
Her words cut like knives. "But let me be blunt—Mr. Lancaster hasn't divorced Ms. Lancaster yet. You openly climbing into a married man's bed—doesn't that make you the other woman? Do you take pride in being a homewrecker?"
Eleanor froze like a statue. She'd once triumphed over the legal wife, but against Harrison's razor-sharp tongue, she found herself defenseless. "How dare you—"
Harrison turned her attention to Isabella.
"You're acting strange. I get why Ms. Whitmore is upset, but why are you angry? Ms. Lancaster is your mother. Do you actually want your father cheating on her with someone else?"
Her suspicious gaze darted between them.
"Unless...you knew Ms. Whitmore was trying to seduce your father and deliberately brought your mother here to witness it? Only someone truly twisted would do that, right?"
Isabella was speechless. Harrison's words struck like arrows, but more terrifying was how accurately she'd guessed their scheme.
Harrison was onto them.
Panicked, Isabella blurted, "Stop spouting nonsense! I had no idea what my father and Ms. Whitmore were doing! I'm angry because you're always hovering around my parents. I'm their daughter, not you! What's your game? Trying to steal my parents from me?"
Harrison regarded her calmly. "If they're truly your parents, why are you so insecure? So terrified I'll take them from you? If you're genuinely concerned, maybe focus on being a better daughter instead of staging dramas."
With that, Harrison turned and strode out.
Unbelievable!
Isabella grabbed the bedside lamp and hurled it to the floor with a crash.
Harrison was absolutely infuriating.
"What now? Father ran after Mother!"
Eleanor's face darkened. "I don't need the reminder! This is all Harrison's fault. Without her interference, my plan would've succeeded!"
"What do we do?"
"I'll devise another approach."
Meanwhile, Isabella barricaded herself inside Rosewood Manor, slamming the door behind her. The image of Henry and Eleanor tangled together on that bed kept replaying in her mind.
Over two decades had passed. She'd thought she'd moved on, that it no longer mattered.
Yet the pain felt fresh as yesterday.
Her eyes burned as if stabbed, her heart pierced just as sharply.
Henry, that wretched man! She must've been out of her mind to marry him all those years ago.
A maid's voice outside startled her. "Mr. Lancaster? What are you doing here?"
Henry had followed her.
A knock sounded at the door, followed by his deep voice. "Isabella!"
She froze, shocked he'd come.
What was he doing here? Shouldn't he still be in bed with Eleanor?