The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 839

“I’m telling you, this was no accident!” Manuel huffed indignantly. “I know you’ve got an axe to grind with me, but Grace-she’s seriously ill…”

“Mr. Salter, please watch your words!” Brittany interrupted.

Isaac’s focus was entirely on Grace, and he had no time to bicker with Manuel.

However, Brittany was not so reserved.

With a steely gaze, she said, “Grandma took a turn for the worse so quickly; we’re all worried sick. Is arguing really going to help?”

Manuel’s face flushed with frustration at Brittany’s rebuff.

“Exactly, cut the chatter, will you?” Noel chimed in, “Grandma is ill, we’re all on edge. Your quarreling is just making things worse. If you can’t stand being here, then just leave already.”

Manuel’s face turned an ashen hue as he reluctantly clamped his mouth shut.

Grace’s condition had deteriorated so suddenly that the hospital had pooled its best resources, yet the prognosis wasn’t looking good.

All through the night, the doors to the operation room swung open and shut.

Brittany lost count of how many critical condition forms they had signed.

to the last one, Isaac

eyes bloodshot, resembling a wind-up toy that had run out of

too, refused to

signing might mean giving up

was even more hesitant.

standoff, Brittany took Isaac’s hand, her voice laden with concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s in grave danger. You’ve

to Brittany, his eyes a pool of confusion.

give up, no matter the outcome.”

the form

it takes, you keep Grace

nurse, taken aback by his intensity, promised

left, Brittany

entered than Brittany found herself pinned

her waist, hot tears soaking through the thin fabric

Brittany was stunned.

years

was his only true family.

and soul into him, and now with her in critical condition,

Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist, her own heart aching. “Grandma

buried his head in the crook of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching