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.

yet to wake up, her palm warm. He kissed the center of her hand, his eyes

low cry

had hurt her hand, Isaac instinctively let go and took hold

eyelids fluttered and, after a moment, she opened her eyes

"Zakky."

moment she spoke, tears streamed down her face,

heart twisted in pain, leaning closer, "It's

left hand, clinging to his neck: "Is the baby

fine, the doctor confirmed it. Our little

kissed her lips gently: "The

sobbed with relief:

pain didn't matter as long as

calmed down, then there was a knock on

"Mr. Salter, ma'am."

soup, respectfully handing it over to Isaac:

pot, signaling

opened the pot, the freshly made chicken soup still steaming, a layer of grease floating on top. He

out the chicken, placed it in a small bowl, put on gloves, and shredded the meat, placing the skin in another

her heart

everything ready, brought over a small table, alternating between

and been through so much,