Chapter 732

Eleanor's heart plummeted as she stared at Henry. "Are you truly asking me to go?"

Henry's voice remained steady. "You've resided here for years. Initially, I saw no issue, but Isabella has always been uncomfortable with it. After our separation, I refuse to let this remain a point of contention. It's best if you relocate."

Eleanor froze. "So you're casting me aside for Isabella's sake! From the very beginning, she's been your priority, hasn't she?"

Henry didn't flinch. "She's my wife. Naturally, my loyalty lies with her."

The words struck Eleanor like a slap. First, his decision to send her away had felt like betrayal. Now, hearing him declare his devotion to Isabella twisted the knife deeper.

The man before her was no longer the Henry she knew.

Isabella grew restless. Now that she and Eleanor were allies, she couldn't stand by and watch Eleanor be discarded. "You're seriously forcing Ms. Lancaster out? She—"

Before she could finish, Harrison's crisp voice sliced through the tension. "You've misunderstood, Isabella. Mr. Lancaster isn't forcing Eleanor out. She's the one who expressed her desire to leave."

Isabella's head snapped up as Harrison strode into the room with her usual unshakable confidence.

Harrison again!

Wherever she appeared, chaos followed.

Harrison stepped forward, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she addressed Isabella and Eleanor. "Ms. Lancaster, didn't you just say you wished to depart? What changed? Having second thoughts now?"

Eleanor opened her mouth. "I—"

Harrison arched a perfectly sculpted brow, silencing her before she could utter another word. "If you don't want to leave, just admit it. No one will judge you."

Eleanor's breath hitched. She felt as if her chest might cave in. Harrison...!

Now she understood why Henry had transformed into someone unrecognizable—it was all because of Harrison's influence.

At this moment, Eleanor's hatred for Harrison eclipsed even her resentment toward Isabella.

She would make sure Harrison paid for this.

"Why do you insist on meddling in our family affairs?" Isabella snapped.

Harrison smirked. "Does my presence bother you? Unfortunately, your parents adore me, so you're stuck with me."

Isabella's face darkened. "You little—"

Harrison abruptly shifted her tone, addressing Eleanor. "Actually, you can't leave just yet."

Eleanor narrowed her eyes. "What game are you playing now?"

"Mr. Lancaster was drugged with an aphrodisiac. Shouldn't we determine who administered it?"

Isabella and Eleanor both paled.

Harrison's piercing gaze locked onto them. "Last night, only Mr. Lancaster and the two of you were in this house. He wouldn't poison himself. That leaves one of you."

She turned to Isabella. "You're his daughter. Surely, you wouldn't drug your own father? That would make you the most despicable daughter alive."

Then she shifted her attention to Eleanor, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "And you, with your fragile, innocent facade—could you be the one who slipped him the poison?"