Chapter 781

Isabella gazed up at Henry, her emerald eyes shimmering with unspoken devotion. "I love you."

Henry didn't hesitate. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her against his chest with a force that threatened to merge their heartbeats.

She loved him too.

The realization sent electric waves through his veins. His voice was rough with disbelief. "Say it again. Please."

Tears spilled down Isabella's cheeks as she clung to him. "I love you, Henry Lancaster! I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I'll love you until the stars burn out!"

Her lips found his in a kiss that tasted of salt and promises.

Henry responded with equal fervor, pouring years of longing into the embrace. His fingers tangled in her hair as if anchoring himself to this moment.

Nearby, Harrison let out a delighted laugh, clapping her hands. "About time!"

When they finally parted, breathless, both turned to Harrison with matching expressions of gratitude. "We owe you everything," Henry said hoarsely.

Harrison waved a dismissive hand, her silver-blonde hair catching the light. "Don't exaggerate. I merely removed obstacles."

Isabella stepped forward, taking Harrison's hands. "You exposed Eleanor's lies. You brought us back together. That's not 'nothing'."

A warmth spread through Harrison's chest. She'd grown fond of Isabella—so different from that scheming Isabella. If only...

Henry's voice broke her reverie. "Now, about that curse?"

"Ah yes." Harrison's demeanor shifted to professional focus. "Let's begin the treatment."

Henry immediately offered, "Take my cardiogen. Whatever you need—"

Harrison chuckled. "Relax. I never actually needed it."

Both froze. "What?"

"It was a test," Harrison admitted with a sly smile. "To see if you'd truly sacrifice for her. You passed spectacularly."

Isabella swatted Henry's arm playfully as comprehension dawned.

Henry exhaled sharply. "So you can cure her?"

"Easily." Harrison gestured to the bed. "Ms. Lancaster, if you'll lie down?"

The treatment commenced with Harrison's signature silver needles glinting under the lights. Two painstaking hours later, the sickly pallor had vanished from Isabella's complexion, replaced by rosy vitality.

As Harrison withdrew the final needle, Henry surged forward. "Is she—?"

"Completely healed," Harrison confirmed, wiping her brow.

Henry crushed Isabella in another embrace while she murmured thanks through happy tears.

Harrison smiled tiredly. "Don't mention it. Healing is my—"

Her vision blurred. The room tilted.

"Harrison!"

Strong arms—Henry's—caught her as her knees buckled. Isabella's panicked voice sounded distant. "Get her to the bed! Now!"

The attending physician rushed in, checking Harrison's pulse. "Overexertion," he diagnosed. "Her energy reserves are depleted. She just needs rest."