The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 810

Isaac breezed past Manuel without so much as a glance and made a beeline for Brittany, taking her hand gently. “When did you get here?”

“Just this afternoon. I was helping Grandma with the pruning in the garden.”

Brittany set down the shears; she had been toiling away in the garden all afternoon and was beat.

Isaac reached for a napkin and tenderly wiped the sweat from her brow. After finishing, he escorted her toward the dining room.

Manuel, bristling with indignation, couldn’t believe Isaac hadn’t even greeted him.

“Isaac!” Manuel’s voice boomed with fury. “I’m your father. How did your mother raise you? Have you forgotten even the simplest greeting?”

Isaac paused mid-stride, then turned around coolly. “Why don’t you go ask her yourself?”

“You’re cursing me…” Manuel was seething, unable to fathom how he’d ended up with -such a wayward son.

“I mean, you’re the one who asked,” Isaac retorted, and with that, he proceeded into the dining room with Brittany in tow.

Leda couldn’t believe how cold the Salter family was toward Manuel, not even Grace showed a shred of warmth!

family settled at

a velvet box and handed it to Brittany. “Bri, this is a Salter family heirloom. You and

in her lap.

her gaze soft and sincere. “Grandma, I promise

relief, her face

out, couldn’t stay seated. “Mom, Leda is your daughter-in-law too.

the family through a proper wedding,” Grace replied evenly. “If you and Leda wanted to get married, that was your choice, but don’t

abruptly, his voice filled with indignation. “Mom, you’re being incredibly unfair!”

you think I’m unfair, you’re welcome to cut ties with me,”

She observed Manuel with a detached gaze and remarked, “Throughout all these years, you only cared about Leda and Marcel. Have

Manuel was speechless.

long pause, he managed to say, “Mom, if you just accept Leda, I’ll move back in, I’ll be

accept Leda, and I don’t need your company. I

lost his

in his place was a delight, and

the meal, Manuel’s family took their

Marcel turned to Grace. “Mom, I’m getting married soon. I

had never been fond of Marcel, and the idea of

things are better left unsaid.