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 an

from limb to quench the hatred in her

and Percival had escorted the elders to their car and turned

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

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

heard Sophie's insincere query. His gaze

"Harrison!"

Harrison, but she had seen his file. Seeing that face, identical to 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

eyes narrowed as they fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes

wronged. "That was a marriage arranged by my father for my sister. I'm not her, how would I know what my

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,

to look to know Sophie's expression

she tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not daring to confront Vivienne

gaze fell on Kaitlyn. "I just helped Kaitlyn, and to think, her friend Ms. Hawthorn would treat

you've lost even this basic decorum. Sophie has helped you, and you allow

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

felt as if it had been struck hard. The pain

feelings for Harrison had turned to nothing

the thought of her misplaced trust causing her parents' downfall still twisted her

you're still as despicable as you were

voice low and firm, "That's no excuse

before she could speak, Vivienne stepped onto the courthouse steps with the grace of a hawk taking flight. In

caught off guard, was sent

"Ah!"

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