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.

it came to the last one, Isaac

wind-up toy that had run out of steam,

too, refused to sign.

might mean giving up on Grace

even more

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

Brittany, his eyes a pool of confusion.

up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany

handed the form to the nurse, his eyes were

it takes, you keep

by his intensity, promised nervously.

had left, Brittany led

sooner had they entered than Brittany found herself pinned

waist, hot tears soaking through the thin fabric and

Brittany was stunned.

in years she’d seen

was his only true

her heart and soul into him, and now

her own heart

in the crook of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching her skin and sending shivers down her