The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 886

Marcel had hired a lawyer, but going up against Isaac’s legal eagle was like bringing a butter knife to a gunfight.

The only person Marcel truly cared about was Leda.

After much deliberation, he made his way alone to Salter Manor.

Ever since her last fainting spell, Grace had become a recluse.

Claiming she was convalescing at home was just a polite way of saying she wanted no part in the Salter family drama anymore.

When Emily saw Marcel at the door, her face betrayed discomfort. “Grace is still resting; perhaps you should come back another time,” she suggested.

But Marcel was persistent. “Emily, for the love of my father, please let me see Grace.”

With a heavy sigh, Emily relented and went upstairs to fetch Grace.

About an hour later, Grace descended the staircase slowly.

The back-to-back hospital visits had taken their toll, and even in the sanctuary of her home, she couldn’t hide the fragility that cloaked her.

“Say what you want now,” she said, settling into a chair without so much as a glance in his

direction.

I’m begging you, please spare my

ice. “I can hardly bear the weight of that title

conspiring, I wouldn’t have been hospitalized, Zac

you.

“Grandmother, even without the accident,

pierced her mask of composure, revealing a chilling glint in the kind eyes that had fooled so many.

If she finds out that you orchestrated all this, will she forgive you? Will she willingly keep the child? And you know as well

listened, her heart pounding

dare he

for a moment,

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events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of Joie because you feared she would

understood who could be bold enough to fire a gun in Salter Manor, take a life, and escape

smile was distant, and she didn’t speak for a

unborn child. However, I can arrange for her to start anew,

a moment, Marcel

gestured dismissively, “Show him