The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 890

“And Daniel too,” Brittany said with a pained attempt at reassurance. “Daniel, me, and Noel-we’ll always be family.”

Isaac reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek. After a moment, he bowed his head, and their foreheads touched. It was a gesture devoid of flirtation but rich in emotional connection, like a soul-baring embrace.

Like a kitten finally ceasing to struggle, Isaac entrusted Brittany with his vulnerability, allowing her to shape and mold his emotions as if they were clay in her hands.

Grace’s funeral was conducted with pomp and circumstance, attended by a countless number of mourners. Kari and Hannah came together, wrapping Brittany in a consoling hug and urging her not to dwell in sorrow.

Brittany forced a smile through her grief. Since Grace’s passing, sleep had eluded her. She couldn’t forgive the murderous intent Grace had once harbored against her, yet she couldn’t erase the warmth Grace had also provided.

Death is like a snuffed-out candle. For now, Brittany wanted to set aside the complexities of their relationship and focus on giving Grace a proper send-off.

“Kari, Hannah, thank you for being here,” Brittany said with a faint smile. “I’m sorry I can’t play host today; there are just too many guests.”

They shook their heads, their expressions somber. “Take care of yourself,” they said.

The number of guests was overwhelming, and even members of the press had managed to infiltrate the crowd.

Isaac stood solemn and unapproachable, his presence deterring anyone from coming too

close.

muster a smile filled her with a festering rage. In a sudden outburst, she grabbed a

a brief moment, darkness danced before her

eyes.

were the last person to see Grandma before she passed. What did you

true granddaughter of the Salter family, yet she had received mere properties and

rushing forward with a swift kick that sent Carla

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across his face. “Bri, does

the pain, clung to Isaac, her

head against the wall

her, chilling to

You’d best watch how you

swept her up in his arms and strode

but were stopped by Noel. “The funeral is what matters

lightly wounded. Noel glanced at her, then directed a doctor to tend to