The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 839

“I’m telling you, this was no accident!” Manuel huffed indignantly. “I know you’ve got an axe to grind with me, but Grace-she’s seriously ill…”

“Mr. Salter, please watch your words!” Brittany interrupted.

Isaac’s focus was entirely on Grace, and he had no time to bicker with Manuel.

However, Brittany was not so reserved.

With a steely gaze, she said, “Grandma took a turn for the worse so quickly; we’re all worried sick. Is arguing really going to help?”

Manuel’s face flushed with frustration at Brittany’s rebuff.

“Exactly, cut the chatter, will you?” Noel chimed in, “Grandma is ill, we’re all on edge. Your quarreling is just making things worse. If you can’t stand being here, then just leave already.”

Manuel’s face turned an ashen hue as he reluctantly clamped his mouth shut.

Grace’s condition had deteriorated so suddenly that the hospital had pooled its best resources, yet the prognosis wasn’t looking good.

All through the night, the doors to the operation room swung open and shut.

Brittany lost count of how many critical condition forms they had signed.

When it came to the last one, Isaac refused to sign.

a wind-up toy that had

refused to sign.

might mean

was even

Isaac’s hand, her voice laden with concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s

his eyes a pool of

up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany grasped his hand. “Just

last name. As he handed the form to the nurse, his eyes

you keep Grace

by his intensity, promised

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had left, Brittany led Isaac to the

than Brittany found

figure pressed close, his hands imprisoning her waist, hot tears soaking through the thin fabric and burning

Brittany was stunned.

first time in years she’d seen Isaac

his only true family.

years, Grace had poured her heart and soul into him, and now with her in critical

waist, her own heart aching. “Grandma will pull through. Don’t worry too much.”

her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching her skin and

pull