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.”

on the couch, fixing her a cup of warm honey lemon

“Okay.”

the lemon juice, leaning into Isaac’s embrace,

Brittany was notably absent

looked around in surprise,

feeling well. I told

up something for her to eat later. You take it

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Chapter 849

unable to fathom what made Brittany

“Alright.”

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

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

by Isaac, now set her sights on Marcel. Seizing the moment he stepped away

“Marcel, darling.”

distaste, “What do you

no affection for Joie,

despise me

you,” Marcel scoffed. “I have

goods.”

nothing but a bastard child. If it wasn’t

of his parentage, his gaze turning icy

Joie was undaunted.

to fear from a man who couldn’t

favor showing interest. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” Joie dropped her facade completely. “What’s so good about Zella? Marry me, and I’ll ensure your place in the Salters is