The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 849

Charles’replied almost instantly, “Yes.”

Brittany’s heart skipped a beat.

“What about the kids? What happened to them in the end?”

She faintly remembered that on that ship years ago, most of them were under twelve, with the youngest still in swaddling clothes.

Charles didn’t answer directly but said instead, “The institute was reported for conducting live experiments.”

The implication was clear- none of the outcomes were good.

Brittany felt her knees weaken. “Can you look someone up for me? Joie.”

She and Isaac had escaped that ship, but Joie hadn’t. How did she survive what was basically hell on earth in that institute?

“Sure.”

After hanging up, Brittany gazed into the mirror, her reflection ghostly pale. She patted her cheeks gently, trying to bring some color back to her face.

Stepping out of the restroom, she met Isaac’s concerned gaze.

“You look awful. Are you feeling unwell?”

Brittany shook her head.

Isaac, not reassured, suggested they head to the hospital, but she stopped him. “No need for a hospital. I just need some rest.”

he scooped her up and settled her on the couch, fixing her a cup of

“Okay.”

the lemon juice, leaning into Isaac’s

evening, Brittany was notably absent from

Bri?” Grace looked around in surprise, not finding Brittany.

trip and wasn’t feeling well.

to eat later. You take it back to her,” Grace said, her

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her lip in frustration, unable to fathom what made

“Alright.”

knowing Brittany’s tastes, instructed the help to prepare something and poured Isaac a cup of coffee, barely glancing

Leda’s family had practically begged to attend; Grace hadn’t objected.

on Marcel. Seizing

“Marcel, darling.”

“What do you

affection for Joie, only

you despise me so?”

you,” Marcel scoffed. “I have

goods.”

and she bristled, “Think you’re too good for me, Marcel? You’re nothing but a bastard child. If it wasn’t

his

Joie was undaunted.

to fear from a man who couldn’t

Joie dropped her facade completely. “What’s so good about Zella? Marry me, and