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?"

scoffed, knowing

she would tear Harrison limb from limb to

had escorted the elders to their

spotlight, Harrison stood out in his crisp

He pursed his lips and stepped out to see what

enough, he spotted Harrison and heard Sophie's insincere query. His gaze

"Harrison!"

Kaitlyn's face, she understood what

fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes were well hidden

my sister. I'm not her, how would I know what my brother-in-law did before? Unlike Ms. Hawthorn, I

always been your fiancé, but for some

look to know Sophie's expression

bubbled up as she tugged

to think, her friend Ms. Hawthorn would

I didn't expect that after all these years, you've lost even this basic decorum. Sophie has helped

a glance, his words sharp as knives. "Mrs. Littleton, I expect you to

it had been struck hard. The

now, her feelings for Harrison had turned to nothing

of her misplaced trust causing her parents' downfall still twisted her heart

you're still as despicable as you were

voice low and firm, "That's no

the courthouse steps with the grace of a hawk taking flight. In a swift motion, she seemed to soar, spinning in

off guard,

"Ah!"

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