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

door, she hesitated. "Who is

"Ms. Bennett."

deep voice replied,

wave as she opened the door, meeting the assistant's icy gaze. "Ms. Bennett,

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

stepped inside the 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 sense of dread washing over her.

his voice cold. "You went

earlier resolve crumbling.

the assistant cut her off again. "What

"What?" Hestia echoed, perplexed.

Craneville, making yourself known to us... What's your angle? Money? Something else?" Hestia clenched her fists, feeling

million? Ten?

the assistant's eyes was palpable. "Ms. Bennett, your appetite

lightning, Hestia's face went pale don't want the

should have never returned to