The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 877

Noel had already arranged for someone to look after Daniel.

“You can count on me. Daniel’s in good hands,” he assured Isaac.

Before leaving, Noel expressed his concern for Brittany’s well-being, “Bro, make sure you spend some time with Brittany. She’s had quite the shock.”

Who would have thought that a simple birthday celebration would end in such chaos?

Isaac remained silent, his thoughts unreadable.

Upon learning of her miscarriage, Brittany had cried inconsolably and refused to eat. It was only when Isaac, nursing his own wounds, nearly fainted from worry that she reluctantly agreed to have some food.

Lionel brought over some homemade soup, feeling his heart ache at the sight of Brittany’s sudden frailty overnight.

He set down the insulated container and ladled out a bowl for each of them. “I’ve heard about what happened. It was all so sudden, no one could’ve predicted it. The important thing now is to focus on your recovery.”

Brittany was nearly catatonic, taking the soup and drinking it down without a word. Her eyes seemed distant, unable to taste anything as she mechanically sipping the warm

soup.

Lionel’s heart ached even more. He stayed at the hospital for over half an hour, trying to comfort the couple.

at the party has caught the media’s attention, causing

were

security, sneak into the Salter Manor, and even commit an

sparked. “What did the police say?”

it out yet. But Joie had been in

connection and

Leda’s involvement in the incident, she wouldn’t be able to escape

left, he seemed to remember

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Chapter 877

When you’re better, you should come home for a

had been married for a while, and his wife was expecting. He had taken a break from work to

mutual respect in their marriage, and the decision to have a child was carefully planned. While he viewed the child as

of Moon Barton’s pregnancy and

her hands on her now-flat belly, lost in silence for

time.

belly prominent. A powerhouse of a woman, pregnancy hadn’t slowed

Moon asked without looking

loss,” Lionel replied as he made a glass of milk for Moon. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself with the