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.

toll, and even in the sanctuary of her home, she couldn’t hide the fragility that cloaked

want now,” she said, settling into a chair without so much as a

you, please

laugh was cold and sharp as ice. “I can hardly bear the weight of

for Leda and Joie conspiring, I wouldn’t have been hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t

the accident, would you have allowed Brittany

glint in the kind eyes

orchestrated all this, will she forgive you? Will she willingly keep

her heart

did Marcel know? How dare he confront Grace so brazenly?

a moment, the

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

never understood who could be bold enough to fire a gun in Salter Manor, take a life, and escape scot-free. He could only think of one possibility-

was distant, and she didn’t speak for a

Leda. 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 Manuel must leave Imperial City and never set foot here

pondering for a moment, Marcel