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.

came to the last one, Isaac

face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, resembling a wind-up toy that had

refused to

that signing might mean giving up on Grace

even more

concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s in grave danger. You’ve got to

eyes a pool of

give up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany grasped his hand. “Just sign.”

As he handed the form to the nurse, his eyes were icy

takes, you

by his

had left, Brittany led

they entered than Brittany found herself pinned against

towering figure pressed close, his hands imprisoning her waist, hot tears soaking through the thin

Brittany was stunned.

first time in years she’d seen Isaac gripped by

only true family.

him, and now with her in critical condition, Isaac’s heart was

arms around his waist, her own heart aching.

crook of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching her skin and sending