The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 866

Chapter 866

Brittany felt a pang of thirst after indulging in a late-night snack. In the wee hours, her stomach settled, but her throat parched. She tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen to get some milk.

On her way back to her bedroom, the soft glow from the study caught her eye.

“Must be Grace forgetting to turn it off again,” she mumbled to herself, veering towards the study.

The soft-soled slippers made her steps virtually silent on the polished wooden floor.

At the study’s door, Brittany paused, hearing a low voice murmuring from within.

“You tell me, why’d you have to go so soon? Left me all alone here, still worrying about the grandkids. Can’t join you just yet…

Brittany froze.

Grandma was still awake at this hour?

Realizing she shouldn’t eavesdrop, Brittany quickly retreated. Inside the study, Grace seemed caught in a monologue, speaking to someone who wasn’t there.

let alone let Zac take those risks. Thankfully, that girl’s been found. Once I settle these matters, I’ll

cool sheets. His eyes fluttered open just in time to see

you go?” Isaac got out of bed, a frown of concern creasing his forehead. He felt the chill on her as he pulled her into bed, wrapping the blanket snugly around

get some

and giving Isaac a reassuring kiss, Brittany whispered, “Sleep now.”

freshening up, Brittany descended the staircase to find Grace undergoing her daily health check by the doctor. Exchanging greetings, she then sat down for a hearty breakfast with Isaac before

the air. Joie was sprawled on the floor, her face marred with fresh scratches, a picture of utter

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eyes lit with a mix of fear and anger upon

word with her. Alone.” Brittany couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction seeing Joie in such a

don’t hurt yourself,” he said before walking

recalling their last physical altercation, pleaded, “Bro Isaac, don’t

would she do if

left without a backward glance.

door close with dread, too late to curse

in a futile attempt

I warn you-if you dare lay a finger on

unfazed, advanced

retreat, Joie’s face