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 was

Harrison limb from limb to quench the hatred

to their car and

spotlight, Harrison stood out in his crisp blue shirt, his demeanor cool

station, overheard the familiar name. He pursed his lips and stepped out to see what was

heard Sophie's insincere query. His gaze swept over

"Harrison!"

and noting the unmistakable loathing on Kaitlyn's face, she

as they fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes were well hidden in the night's

"That was a marriage arranged by my father for my sister. I'm not her, how would I know what my brother-in-law did before? Unlike Ms. Hawthorn, I heard Mr. Ellington was engaged to your sister

affect one's intelligence. I've always been your fiancé, but for

look to know Sophie's

jealousy bubbled up as she tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not

Kaitlyn, and to think, her

even this basic decorum. Sophie has helped you,

his words sharp as

been struck hard. The pain turned her face pale,

her feelings for Harrison had turned

thought of her misplaced trust causing her parents'

as you were a

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

grace of a hawk

guard, was sent

"Ah!"

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