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

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

too, refused to

feared that signing might mean giving up

was even

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

to Brittany, his eyes

can’t give up, no matter the outcome.” Brittany grasped his hand. “Just sign.”

he handed the form

takes, you keep Grace alive!”

aback by his intensity, promised nervously.

nurse had left, Brittany led

Brittany found

hot tears soaking through the thin

Brittany was stunned.

the first time in years she’d seen Isaac

was his only true

Grace had poured her heart and soul into him, and now with her in

Brittany wrapped her arms around his waist, her own heart aching. “Grandma will pull

crook of her neck, his tears falling relentlessly, drenching her