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 refused

bloodshot, resembling a wind-up toy that had

refused to

that signing might mean giving up on Grace completely.

was even more

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

looked to Brittany, his eyes a pool of

outcome.” Brittany grasped

mechanically, Isaac scrawled his last name. As he handed the form to the nurse, his eyes were icy with

takes, you keep Grace

by his intensity,

Brittany led Isaac to the

entered than Brittany found herself pinned

tears soaking

Brittany was stunned.

was the first time in years she’d seen

only

into him, and now with

wrapped her arms around his waist, her own heart

of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly,