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 was an

she would tear Harrison limb from limb to quench the hatred in

Percival had escorted the elders to their car

Harrison stood out in his crisp blue

police station, overheard the familiar name. He pursed his lips and stepped

Harrison and heard Sophie's insincere

"Harrison!"

the one in the photos, and noting the unmistakable loathing on Kaitlyn's face, she understood what had transpired. "Ms. Abernathy, you're saying you don't know what your own brother-in-law has done? Seems like you're not that well-regarded at home

narrowed as they fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own

would I know what my brother-in-law did before? Unlike Ms. Hawthorn, I heard Mr. Ellington was engaged to your sister before,

were right. Too much gossip does affect one's intelligence. I've always been

look to know Sophie's expression

jealousy bubbled up as she tugged at

helped Kaitlyn, and to think, her friend Ms.

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

didn't spare him a glance, his words sharp as knives. "Mrs. Littleton, I expect you to

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

feelings for Harrison

misplaced trust causing her parents' downfall still twisted her heart

you're still as despicable as you were a

expression shifted subtly, his voice low and firm, "That's

of a hawk taking flight.

off guard,

"Ah!"

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