The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 891

Brittany hadn’t slept in days. Another blow had taken its toll, causing her to faint from exhaustion into Isaac’s arms as he carried her to the car.

Nathan floored the gas pedal the moment he saw her condition.

Isaac held Brittany close, his jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface.

At the hospital, the doctors dressed Brittany’s wounds and gave her a nutritional IV.

“Mr. Salter, Ms. Dustin fainted from extreme fatigue and is still unconscious. Try not to worry too much,” Nathan said in a hushed tone.

“Get the security footage. We’re suing Carla,” Isaac commanded, standing outside the hospital room, his aura icy and detached.

Nathan doubted his ears for a moment, but as he observed Isaac closely, he could tell the man was at his breaking point.

Carla’s repeated targeting of Brittany had long exhausted Isaac’s patience. Now that she had attacked Brittany in public, how could he let it slide?

“Understood.”

Nathan immediately gathered the security footage and contacted their lawyer.

Carla’s reaction. She would rage. Then she would beg for mercy. And

throbbing with pain. Recollections of the incident flooded her mind, and she jolted upright, gasping for air as the sharp pain from

around, she noticed the room was

probably at the funeral.

half an hour,

can you come to the

it to the funeral on her

Kari arrived quickly.

on Brittany’s forehead, she seethed, “Brittany, Carla’s gone too far. She did this

her temples. “Help me get dressed. I need to be there.”

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was to be laid to rest in the morning. She

set on her decision and helped her into a black dress, then supported her to the car,

the Salter family and those close to Grace at the funeral home.

Carla charged at her, hand raised to strike. “Brittany, you have some nerve showing up. What did you say to my

“Carla!”

the air, freezing Carla in her tracks, her

stood nearby, clad in a somber black suit, his demeanor