The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 876

“Tell me the truth.” Isaac looked straight at Noel.

Noel feigned calmness. “I am telling you the truth. Just rest up, okay? Brittany will be here as soon as she wraps up her things.”

Isaac remained silent.

Noel, scared stiff, finally blurted out the truth, “Just take it easy, alright? Brittany… she got a bit of a scare, some complications, and she’s still in the OR.”

Complications?

At that, Isaac couldn’t sit still any longer; he threw back the covers and tried to get out of bed.

“Bro, bro, bro, just stay put,” Noel, quick on his feet, held him down. “Brittany isn’t out yet, and you can’t do anything by rushing over there now.”

Isaac shook off Noel, clutching his back where the wound was, and tried to stand, but his strength failed him, and down he went with a thud to the floor.

“Bro, you gotta stay still,” Noel, worried about the wound tearing, said urgently. “Just wait here, I’ll get you a wheelchair.”

Isaac, sweating bullets from pain, urged, “Hurry.”

Noel quickly returned with a wheelchair, assisting Isaac into it before wheeling him to the operation room.

Their timing was uncanny, arriving just as the doctor stepped out of the operation room, his expression grave.

it was already a high-risk pregnancy. Unfortunately, after the shock, we couldn’t save the baby.”

child before, broke down upon hearing the

Isaac, it was as if something had exploded in his ears, his airways clogged with debris as a suffocating

to rise, disregarding his own wounds, but Noel held him

Brittany needs you right now. If you lose it, how are you

as a sedative, causing Isaac to freeze in place for a long

moved to a VIP room, and Isaac wouldn’t leave her side.

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him overexerting himself, Noel had the hospital put an extra bed

largely unharmed but feeling a bit

miscarriage hit Grace hard.

a ripple; it seemed no

undoubtedly looking for the shooter, but

seemingly aware of something amiss as she instinctively reached for her belly.

took her hand, his voice hoarse. “You’re awake. Are you in a lot of pain? Does anywhere else hurt?”

eyes, her hand trembling. “Zakky, our

light in Isaac’s

gone. He

guilt, that weight in his throat, felt like a hard, sour lump that