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.

face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, resembling a wind-up toy

too, refused

feared that signing might mean giving up on Grace completely.

was even more hesitant.

took Isaac’s hand, her voice laden with concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s in grave danger. You’ve got to sign.

his eyes a

the outcome.” Brittany

handed the form

you

nurse, taken aback by his intensity,

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Chapter 839

had left, Brittany led Isaac to the

sooner had they entered than Brittany found herself pinned against the wall.

imprisoning her waist, hot tears soaking through

Brittany was stunned.

first time in years she’d

his only true family.

all the years, Grace had poured her heart and soul into him, and now with her in critical condition, Isaac’s heart

waist, her own heart

buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching

will pull