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.

the last one, Isaac

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

refused to

mean giving

even more

laden with concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s in grave danger.

to Brittany, his eyes

up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany

name. As he handed the form

it takes, you keep

aback by his intensity, promised

left, Brittany led Isaac

sooner had they entered than Brittany found herself pinned against the

close, his hands imprisoning her waist, hot tears soaking through the thin fabric and burning against her fair

Brittany was stunned.

time in years she’d

his only

Grace had poured her heart and soul into him, and

Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist, her own heart aching. “Grandma will pull through. Don’t

in the crook of her neck, his tears