The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 871

Isaac knew the score; he wasn’t one for secrets. Rubbing his temple, he said, “I picked up Daniel this afternoon, and his teacher gave me a bunch of forms about getting ready for elementary school.”

He walked over to Brittany. “I had no idea she was sneaking sweets to Daniel. It was news to me.”

Brittany felt a twinge of discomfort at his words but couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

Isaac took her hand. “She shouldn’t have given him sweets without asking. Want me to say something? Maybe get her transferred?”

Daniel’s health was Brittany’s top priority, always had been.

He was a preemie, born with the odds stacked against him. For years, he battled one health issue after another, only recently starting to resemble a healthy kid his age.

“No need,” Brittany didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill. “I’m sure she won’t do it again.”

Isaac, sensing she was cooling down, leaned in for a kiss.

“Wait…” Brittany pushed against his chest, her hand clutching his shirt. “Do you think Ms. Hana has a thing for you?”

She wasn’t looking to stir up trouble, nor was she trying to smear Hana’s name. But her intuition was sounding alarms. Hana’s ‘friendly’ gestures, the sweets-it all felt like a challenge.

Hana a couple of times. We barely talk. Besides, what does it matter if she likes me?”

for that afternoon’s encounter. How could there be

well and

life went on as usual. Isaac dropped

“Bye, Daddy.”

his backpack in tow, trotted

turned to leave and almost bumped into Ms. Hana, who had materialized beside his car, regret written

about last night. I didn’t know Ms. Dustin doesn’t allow Daniel sweets. Ms. Dustin didn’t give Daniel a hard time, did she? It was my fault. I just felt so sorry for him;

pointed the finger

my wife make

like a slap in Hana’s face, and she bit her lip in frustration. “I

she said it, she regretted it,

“Ms. Hana, my marriage is none of your business. We appreciate your concern for Daniel, but please refrain from giving

Isaac drove off, leaving Hana stewing

and Abby were huddled together, whispering secrets.

approached. “Kids, class is about

two little munchkins nodded and