The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 823

Isaac had been silent for what felt like an eternity.

The doors of the operating room swung open.

Hannah rushed forward; her face etched with worry. “Doctor, how is she?”

“The surgery on Ms. Dustin’s face went well, but the need for reconstructive surgery depends on how the wound heals,” the doctor explained, pausing briefly. “Ms. Dustin is in shock and has lost a lot of blood. She hasn’t regained consciousness yet.”

Tears instantly flooded Hannah’s eyes. She thanked the doctor profusely, her gratitude conveyed in her gestures.

Isaac stood a short distance away, his body rigid to the extreme.

Brittany was moved to a VIP hospital room, and Hannah remained by her side, unwavering.

Derek felt a pang of jealousy, but there was nothing he could do-after all, Brittany was his cousin. He contacted Nathan to bring some fresh clothes for her.

All the while, Isaac remained silent, prompting Derek to sense that something was off.

“Zac, can you come outside for a sec?” said Derek.

Isaac followed Derek out of the hospital room. Once they were alone, Derek pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to Isaac and lighting up another for himself. “Did you know anything about what Joie did?” he asked through a haze of smoke.

Isaac took the cigarette but didn’t light it. He had quit smoking completely ever since Brittany came back into his life.

“I had no idea,” Isaac said hoarsely.

would never have enjoyed

to have saved your life, but she’s been throwing her weight around because of

then?”

Joie-she had a bad reputation, an obsession with Isaac,

“I checked,

she’s changed a lot

into the hospital room at the sleeping Brittany, remained silent

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while.

Jole’s really done herself in this time” Derek said, unable to fathom what Joie was thinking. Not only did

the police; I want her to pay for

with regret. If he had known that reconnecting with Joie would bring Brittany such harm, he would never have sought her out.

woke up the next day, her right cheek burning

like it had been disassembled and

over.

Hannah embraced her, crying hot

felt weak and sensed Hannah’s sadness, her own

to speak, but no sound

the door to the room burst open.

eyes

pulling Hannah aside to give them some privacy. “Give them

wiping away her tears,