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.

last one, Isaac refused to

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

refused

that signing might mean giving up on Grace

was even more

concern. “Zakky, Grandma’s in grave danger. You’ve got to sign. We can’t

looked to Brittany, his eyes a pool of

the outcome.” Brittany grasped his hand.

name. As he handed the

takes, you keep Grace alive!”

aback by his intensity, promised nervously.

had left, Brittany led Isaac to

than Brittany

pressed close, his hands imprisoning her waist, hot tears

Brittany was stunned.

the first time in years she’d seen

was his only true family.

soul into him, and now with her in critical condition, Isaac’s

waist, her own heart aching. “Grandma will pull through. Don’t worry too much.”

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