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

had escorted the elders to their car and

stood out in his crisp blue

overheard the familiar name. He pursed his

heard Sophie's insincere

"Harrison!"

and noting the unmistakable loathing on Kaitlyn's face, she understood what had transpired. "Ms. Abernathy, you're

Sophie, whose own

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

he looked at his wife. "Vivienne, you were right. Too much gossip does affect one's intelligence. I've always been your fiancé,

not even needing to look to know

tugged at Harrison's sleeve, not

on Kaitlyn. "I just helped Kaitlyn, and to think,

these years, you've lost even this basic decorum. Sophie has

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

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

for Harrison had turned to

trust causing her parents' downfall still twisted her

as you were

and firm, "That's no excuse to avoid

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

caught off guard, was sent

"Ah!"

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