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

possible, she would tear Harrison limb from limb to quench

Percival had escorted the elders to their car and turned back upon realizing Kaitlyn

out in his crisp blue shirt, his demeanor cool and

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

heard Sophie's

"Harrison!"

to the one in the photos, and noting the unmistakable loathing on Kaitlyn's face, she

fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes were well

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

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 other women. Can I sue them

needing to look to know Sophie's expression had

up as she tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not daring

just helped Kaitlyn, and to think, her friend Ms.

even this basic decorum. Sophie has helped you, and you allow these two to slander her?" "Harrison!"

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

pupils contracted, and her heart felt as if it had been struck hard. The pain turned her face pale,

her feelings for Harrison had

her

you're still as despicable as you were

low and firm, "That's no

before she could speak, Vivienne stepped onto the courthouse steps with the grace of a hawk taking flight. In a swift motion, she seemed to soar, spinning in

caught off guard,

"Ah!"

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