The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri stormed out of the police station and got into his car.

"Lock down everything that happened today. Keep Brittany's hospitalization under wraps. Don't let a word get out!"

"Dig into Mabel's background, and get the best lawyer in town. I want her behind bars for a long, long time!"

Yuri was still shaking with rage. Brittany was his pride and joy, and for Mabel to treat her this way was unforgivable. "Understood."

...

Upon hearing about Brittany's accident, Isaac rushed to the hospital, where Brittany had already been moved to a VIP room.

She was still unconscious, lying on the bed, her face pale as a sheet.

The nurse, seeing him arrive, questioned, "I'm sorry, this is a VIP room. You can't just come in here."

"I'm family."

Looking at Brittany's frail figure, Isaac's heart was in pieces: "You can leave now."

The nurse hesitated but was ushered out by the bodyguard standing by the door.

Once the nurse left, Isaac closed the door, walked over to the bed, and took Brittany's hand.

wake up, her palm warm. He kissed the center of her hand, his eyes filled with

low

let go and took hold of

eyelids fluttered and, after a moment,

"Zakky."

streamed down her face,

twisted in pain, leaning closer, "It's okay, I'm here

raised her left hand, clinging to

fine, the doctor confirmed it. Our little one

lips gently: "The reporter has

with relief:

as long as

her until she calmed down, then there was a

"Mr. Salter, ma'am."

chicken soup, respectfully handing it over to

took the pot,

freshly made chicken soup still steaming, a layer of

bowl, put

heart melting

got everything ready, brought over a small table, alternating between spoonfuls of chicken and

and been through so