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,

toy that

too, refused

signing might mean

was even

Brittany took Isaac’s hand, her voice laden with concern. “Zakky,

Brittany, his eyes a pool of confusion.

can’t give up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany grasped his

handed the form to the nurse, his eyes were

you keep

by his

left, Brittany led Isaac to

sooner had they entered than Brittany found herself pinned against the

tears soaking through

Brittany was stunned.

the first time in years

was his only

him, and

her own heart aching.

of her neck, his tears