Harrison's voice was as smooth and warm as ever, familiar yet distant.

Kaitlyn froze, and as she descended the steps of the courthouse, led by Vivienne's firm grip, she couldn't help but glance up.

Just then, Harrison approached them.

Their eyes met, both pairs filled with a mix of recognition and estrangement. A moment of shock passed between them-how could it be her? How could it be him?

The late summer breeze was cool.

The night air, tinged with a hint of moisture, seeped into Kaitlyn's body, sending shivers down to her bones, yet fanning the flames of her burning hatred even more fiercely.

Her eyes, swollen from crying, were invaded by streaks of crimson rage. Her slender hand, veins protruding, clenched into a fist. She drew in a deep breath of the cool air and managed to force out one name, "Harrison!"

The hatred in her voice was hoarse, eerily reminiscent of a vengeful spirit's howl from the depths of hell.

Harrison's expression was cool, his presence slightly imposing.

The face that hadn't changed over the years swept over Kaitlyn.

The former belle of Rivenwood, once courted by countless heirs, now looked no different from any ordinary woman you'd pass on the street.

His brow furrowed, his eyes devoid of guilt, he looked past Kaitlyn as if she were a stranger.

He walked calmly to Sophie and said in a low voice, "Let's head back."

Sophie, feigning ignorance, glanced at Kaitlyn. "Do you know my brother-in-law?"

knowing

from limb to quench the hatred in

the elders to their car

his crisp blue shirt,

overheard the familiar name. He pursed his lips and

Sophie's insincere query. His gaze

"Harrison!"

on Kaitlyn's face, she understood what had transpired. "Ms.

on Sophie, whose own eyes were well hidden in the

what my brother-in-law

softened as he looked at his wife. "Vivienne, you were right. Too much gossip does affect one's intelligence. I've always been your fiancé, but for some reason, some fools keep linking me with

not even needing to look to know Sophie's expression had soured.

them!" Sophie's jealousy bubbled up as she tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not daring to confront Vivienne or

Kaitlyn, and to think, her friend Ms.

these years, you've lost even this basic decorum. Sophie has helped you, and you allow these two to slander her?" "Harrison!" Rafferty's

sharp as knives. "Mrs. Littleton, I expect you to apologize to

heart felt as if it had been struck hard. The pain

now, her feelings for Harrison

of her misplaced trust causing her

as despicable as you were a decade

voice low and firm, "That's no excuse to avoid an

a hawk taking flight. In a swift motion, she

off guard, was sent

"Ah!"

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