Chapter 760

Nathaniel turned on his heel and strode back to his hospital room without another word.

Isabella hurried after him, her heels clicking against the sterile floor. "Aren't you going after Harrison?" she pressed, her voice laced with false concern.

Of course he intended to—just not yet. Something was undeniably wrong with him. The splitting headaches, the dizziness—none of it made sense. He needed answers first.

Once inside, Nathaniel summoned the doctor with a sharp command.

The physician stood at attention beside the bed. "Mr. Falcon."

Nathaniel's piercing gaze locked onto him. "What's happening to me? These migraines—they feel like my skull is being crushed. Explain."

"We've conducted every possible test," the doctor replied, handing over a clipboard. "All results indicate perfect health. No abnormalities detected."

Perfect health?

Then why did it feel like his brain was being torn apart?

The doctor flipped open the CT scan results. "Your brain scans are completely normal, sir."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. The pain was real, yet the evidence said otherwise.

"Perhaps you've been overworking yourself," Isabella interjected softly, stepping closer. "You should rest. I'll stay with you."

His eyes flicked to her. "You'll stay?"

She nodded, a confident smile curving her lips. "Of course. Harrison brings you nothing but misery. Every time you're near her, you suffer. But me? I'm your good fortune. With me by your side, everything will be alright."

Nathaniel considered her words. It was true—each time Harrison crossed his mind or stood before him, agony followed.

Yet when Isabella was near, the pain vanished.

He studied her in silence, his expression unreadable.

Beneath her composed facade, Isabella's pulse quickened. His scrutiny unnerved her. She touched her cheek self-consciously. "Is something wrong?"

Nathaniel's grip suddenly lashed out, seizing her wrist with bruising force.

She gasped as he yanked her forward, her knee slamming against the bed frame. Pain shot up her leg. "You're hurting me!" she cried.

His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Did you do something to me? Did you tamper with my mind?"

Had he discovered the truth?

Panic flared, but she forced her features into confusion. "I don't understand! How could I possibly—? I've never had the opportunity!"

Nathaniel's dark eyes bored into hers, searching for cracks in her mask.

The door swung open abruptly.

Victoria entered with Charlotte in tow, her worried gaze darting between them. "Nathaniel, what's going on?"

Isabella straightened quickly. "Mrs. Victoria, hello."

Charlotte rushed to her father, small arms wrapping around him. "Daddy, why are you in the hospital? Are you sick?"

The tension in Nathaniel's shoulders eased slightly as he kissed his daughter's forehead. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired. I promise I'll be here to watch you grow up."

Victoria's sharp eyes remained fixed on Isabella. "What are you doing here?"

Isabella smiled sweetly. "Just keeping Nathaniel company. He shouldn't be alone right now."

Victoria's lips thinned, but before she could respond, Nathaniel's phone buzzed.

A message from Dominic: Sir, we've found something you need to see.

The game was far from over.