Chapter 783

Harrison's heart swelled with emotion. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Henry Lancaster and Isabella Lancaster offering to adopt her as their goddaughter.

The truth was, she'd grown deeply fond of them. Watching how they doted on Arabella always stirred a quiet longing in her chest. The absence of loving parents had left an eternal void within her.

Now, they were offering to fill that emptiness.

Tears shimmered in Harrison's pale eyes like morning dew. "I'd be honored! I want nothing more than to be your daughter!"

Henry and Isabella exchanged a glance, their faces alight with pure joy.

Isabella pulled Harrison into a warm embrace that smelled of lavender and comfort. "Our family is complete now. Welcome home, darling."

Harrison nodded eagerly, her voice thick with emotion. "I wasn't silent earlier because I hesitated. I just... couldn't believe this was real. I'm so incredibly happy!"

Henry chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Harrison, you can't keep calling us Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster anymore. That won't do at all."

Isabella stroked Harrison's hair gently. "Yes, sweetheart. From now on, we're Mom and Dad to you."

Harrison looked between them, tears spilling freely down her cheeks like liquid diamonds. "Mom... Dad..."

"Our precious girl!"

The three of them shared a quiet moment of laughter, the sound wrapping around them like a cozy blanket.

Henry clapped his hands together, his voice brimming with excitement. "Now that you're officially our daughter, we must celebrate properly. I'll arrange a grand ball at Lancaster Manor!"

Isabella nodded enthusiastically. "We'll invite all of high society! The world should know our beautiful daughter."

Harrison hesitated. Lavish parties weren't really her scene. "I'm not sure..."

"Nonsense!" Henry declared. "This isn't up for discussion. We've made our decision."

Seeing their determined expressions, Harrison finally acquiesced. "Alright."

Then she remembered Nathaniel. "What about Nathaniel?"

Henry's expression darkened. "Still unconscious, I'm afraid. Only Eleanor can break the Shadowheart Curse binding him."

The Shadowheart Curse proved far more stubborn than anyone anticipated.

Harrison threw back the covers and rose from the bed. "I need to see him."

She entered the adjacent room where Nathaniel lay motionless, his normally vibrant features pale as moonlight.

Harrison reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed his cheek—

Suddenly, Nathaniel stirred, his dark lashes fluttering open.

Harrison's face lit up like the dawn. "You're awake."

Nathaniel sat up slowly, rubbing his temples. "How long was I out?"

"Hours," Harrison breathed. "I was terrified."

Nathaniel studied her youthful face before pinching her cheek playfully. "So you do care? Not planning to abandon me with Charlotte again, are you?"

Harrison wrapped her arms around Nathaniel's waist, pressing her ear against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounded her.

She nuzzled against him softly. "I just want you safe."

In this moment, she was all softness and warmth—a stark contrast to her usual fiery self—and it unraveled Nathaniel completely. He pulled her closer. "Silly girl, I'm fine now. Stop worrying."

Harrison tilted her face up, her luminous eyes searching his.

Nathaniel was powerless against that gaze. He leaned down, drawn like a moth to flame—

A sharp pain lanced through his skull. He clutched his head with a grimace.

Harrison's expression shifted to alarm. "Is the curse reacting again?"

Nathaniel tried to wave it off. "It's nothing..."

Harrison stood abruptly. "Every time I'm near you, the pain returns. I should go—you'll recover faster without me here."

Before he could protest, she turned toward the door, her heart breaking with every step.