The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1170

Twila was all smiles, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Mom, is that handsome guy getting married?"

Hestia's eyes lingered on the TV, a mix of emotions swirling within her. "Yes, he is."

"That guy's wife looks a lot like you, Mom." Twila snuggled closer, her innocent eyes wide. "But you're way prettier."

Hestia chuckled softly, her heart warmed by her daughter's words. "You sure know how to cheer me up."

Back in her youth, Hestia had indeed been a beauty - it was what caught Eltham's eye in the first place. But the years had taken their toll, carving lines of life's hardships deep into her face. Brittany, on the other hand, seemed to have been kissed by time, appearing even more graceful and composed at thirty-something than ever before.

Twila, however, wouldn't have it any other way. "In my eyes, Mom, you're the most beautiful."

Hestia smiled, touched. "Oh, you-"

After Twila drifted off to sleep, Hestia tucked her in and stood up, only to be startled by a knock on the door.

be at this late

door, she

"Ms. Bennett."

deep voice

a cold wave as she opened the door, meeting the

stumbled backward, confusion written all over her face. "How did you know I was

modest apartment. "We didn't, until today. His Highness was with Ms. Lynette for a prenatal appointment when he stumbled upon you." Hestia shivered, a

chase," the assistant interrupted, his voice cold. "You went off

embarrassment, her earlier resolve crumbling. "This... I came back

assistant cut her off again. "What

"What?" Hestia echoed, perplexed.

to Craneville, making yourself known to us... What's your angle? Money? Something else?"

million? Ten? A hundred

in the assistant's eyes was palpable. "Ms. Bennett, your appetite has certainly grown

been struck by lightning, Hestia's face went pale don't want the money, I don't want anything. I'll leave

the start, she should have never