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 mother.”

and sharp as ice. “I can hardly bear the weight

hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t

you.

gaze was strange, almost haunted. “Grandmother, even without the accident,

of composure, revealing a chilling glint in the kind eyes that had fooled so

know that Brittany is digging into the institute’s affairs. If she finds out that you orchestrated all this, will she forgive you? Will she willingly keep the

her heart

know? How dare he confront Grace

a moment,

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Grace sneered, “What proof do you have that I was behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of Joie because you feared

be bold enough to fire a gun in Salter Manor, take a life, and escape scot-free. He

distant, and she didn’t speak

grandson, Bri, and the unborn child. However, I can arrange for her to start anew, far

a moment, Marcel

dismissively, “Show