Chapter 779

Isabella's voice cut through the air like shattered glass. "You'll regret this!"

Eleanor merely smirked, her laughter icy. "Come along, Arabella," she commanded, turning on her heel without a backward glance.

"Arabella!" Isabella cried out, her voice cracking with desperation.

Watching Arabella obediently follow Eleanor, Isabella clutched her chest, her face contorting in pain.

Henry Lancaster rushed forward, pulling her into his arms. His voice shook. "Isabella! Stay with me!"

Harrison stepped forward immediately. "Lay her down. I need to check her vitals."

Both Nathaniel and Isabella had collapsed—Nathaniel unconscious from the needle's venom, while Isabella struggled against the curse's resurgence.

As Harrison pressed his fingers to her wrist, Henry's expression darkened. "Is it the curse again?"

Eleanor's curse on Isabella differed from the Heartchain Curse affecting Nathaniel, leaving Harrison with treatment options.

Isabella's face was ghostly pale, but she managed a weak smile. "I'll be fine."

Henry gripped her hand tightly. "This is my fault. I never imagined Eleanor could become this monstrous. Keeping her close hurt you. All these years, I was blind to the truth. I let you suffer. Forgive me."

His apology was raw, stripped bare of pride.

For years, Isabella had harbored resentment toward Henry for defending Eleanor, allowing her cruelty to flourish. Yet, she understood he had been deceived.

Now, seeing him acknowledge the truth and beg for forgiveness, the bitterness inside her softened.

She gave him a teasing look. "Enough of the past. Just promise me—no more Eleanors."

Henry nodded solemnly. "You have my word."

A faint smile touched Isabella's lips.

Watching them reconcile, Harrison felt a rare warmth. "Mr. Lancaster, take this as a lesson. A woman's intuition is rarely wrong. If Lady Lancaster distrusts someone, trust her judgment. Never keep that person near."

Henry dipped his head. "Understood."

Then, steeling himself, he added, "Isabella's condition keeps worsening. Last time, you mentioned using my cardiogen to save her. Do it. Take it now."

Harrison arched a brow. "Are you certain? Removing your cardiogen means death."

Henry met his gaze unflinchingly. "I've prepared for this."

He pulled out a document and handed it to Isabella. "Read this."

Isabella accepted the papers—Henry's will.

He had left everything to her.

They say a man's wealth reveals his heart. Henry, whose fortune rivaled kingdoms, had entrusted it all to her.

Isabella blinked in disbelief. "You're giving me everything?"

Henry nodded. "You're my wife. All I have is yours. I considered leaving something to Arabella, but she's betrayed us too deeply. I won't risk her turning against you with my resources."

Tears glistened in Isabella's eyes. Henry had thought of everything—his love, unwavering through the years, was more precious than any fortune.

Harrison studied Henry with newfound respect. "You're truly ready."

Henry didn't hesitate. "Take it."