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

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

for Leda and Joie conspiring, I wouldn’t have been hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t have been hurt, and Bri wouldn’t

you.

accident, would you have allowed Brittany to

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

will she

listened, her heart

did Marcel know? How dare he confront Grace so brazenly?

a moment, the tension in the living room was almost suffocating.

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behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of Joie because you feared she would reveal your secret, weren’t

a gun in Salter Manor, take a life, and escape scot-free. He could only think of one possibility- Grace had arranged it all to

she didn’t speak for

start anew, far from Imperial City,” Grace declared with authority. “In exchange, you and Manuel

moment, Marcel agreed,

“Show him