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.

back-to-back hospital visits had taken their toll, and even in the sanctuary of her home, she couldn’t

now,” she said, settling into a chair without so much as a glance in his direction.

begging you, please

ice. “I can hardly bear

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

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

her mask of composure, revealing a chilling glint in the kind eyes that had

that you orchestrated all this, will she forgive you? Will she willingly keep the child? And you know

listened, her heart pounding with fear.

How dare he confront Grace so

silent battle of wills, and for a moment, the tension in the living room was

sneered, “What proof do you have that I was behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate

never understood who could be bold enough to fire a gun in Salter Manor, take a life, and

distant, and she didn’t

She’s harmed my grandson, Bri, and the unborn child. However, I can arrange for her to start anew, far from Imperial City,” Grace declared with authority. “In exchange, you and

for a moment, Marcel agreed,