The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 852

As if she’d been slapped across the face, Joie’s complexion turned ghostly pale. “Bro Isaac, I swear I didn’t. Why would I gamble with my own life?”

“Then explain to me the financial ties you had with the person responsible for the crash,” Isaac demanded, his voice laced with betrayal. He couldn’t believe that after all these years of being sharp as a tack, he’d been played for a fool by Joie. “Or is this some misguided attempt at playing the saint?”

Cornered, Joie admitted, “Bro Isaac, I did deceive you five years ago, but I’ve just donated a kidney to Grandma. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Isaac was floored by her audacity.

“In three days, I’ll arrange for you to leave the country. You’re never to set foot in Imperial City again.”

After Isaac left the hospital room, Joie clenched her fist around the glass on the nightstand and hurled it at the floor, her face twisted with rage.

Isaac stepped out into the hallway.

“Keep this under wraps,” he instructed.

“Understood.”

By the time Grace woke up, it was already the dead of night.

Isaac had been sent home by Brittany to get some rest. He hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours and was running on fumes.

called for the doctor. After a thorough examination confirmed everything was fine, Brittany

hoarse. “Not too bad.”

was wearing off, and the incision was

the bed, dabbing Grace’s lips with a

was weak from just waking up but didn’t want to

made some soup for you. Once you’re a bit more

a

day straight. I had to force him to go home and rest.

sent a message to Isaac, letting him know that Grace

“That’s good.”

for Brittany grew; she was proving to be

back as soon as he heard the

face lit up with

his emotion, Isaac sat by the bed, holding Grace’s hand, and they exchanged

up all night, was feeling the strain. She stepped out of the room to clear

Joie?” Grace inquired,

“She’s come around.”

sighed in relief. “Give her some extra money to take with her.”

multiple times, and yet she had also erred. As the only

“I’m on it.”

eerily quiet in the deep of night.

nurses were whispering at the end of a