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?"

Kaitlyn scoffed, knowing was an understatement.

Harrison limb from limb to quench the hatred in

escorted the elders to their car and

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

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

Sophie's insincere query. His gaze swept over

"Harrison!"

met 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

as they fixed coldly on Sophie, whose own eyes were well

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

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

smiled, not even needing to look to know Sophie's

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

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

basic decorum. Sophie has helped you, and you allow these two

glance, his words sharp as

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

for Harrison had

the thought of her misplaced trust causing her parents'

as despicable as you were

low and firm, "That's no excuse to

steps with the grace of a hawk taking flight. In a swift motion, she

caught off guard, was sent

"Ah!"

with contempt as it settled

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