The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 886

Marcel had hired a lawyer, but going up against Isaac’s legal eagle was like bringing a butter knife to a gunfight.

The only person Marcel truly cared about was Leda.

After much deliberation, he made his way alone to Salter Manor.

Ever since her last fainting spell, Grace had become a recluse.

Claiming she was convalescing at home was just a polite way of saying she wanted no part in the Salter family drama anymore.

When Emily saw Marcel at the door, her face betrayed discomfort. “Grace is still resting; perhaps you should come back another time,” she suggested.

But Marcel was persistent. “Emily, for the love of my father, please let me see Grace.”

With a heavy sigh, Emily relented and went upstairs to fetch Grace.

About an hour later, Grace descended the staircase slowly.

visits had taken their toll, and even in the sanctuary of her home, she couldn’t hide the fragility that cloaked her.

chair without so much as a glance

I’m begging you, please

cold and sharp as ice. “I can hardly bear the weight of that title

hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t have been hurt, and Bri wouldn’t have

haunted. “Grandmother, even without the accident, would you have allowed Brittany

a chilling glint in

digging into the institute’s affairs. If she finds out that you orchestrated all this, will she forgive you? Will she willingly keep the child? And you

her heart

did Marcel know? How dare he confront Grace so

battle of wills, and for a

of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of

in Salter Manor, take a life, and escape scot-free. He could only think of one possibility-

didn’t speak for a

child. However, I can arrange for her to start anew, far from Imperial City,” Grace

pondering for a moment, Marcel agreed, “Alright.”