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.

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

she said, settling into a chair without so

begging you, please spare my

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

conspiring, I wouldn’t have been hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t have

without the accident, would you have allowed Brittany to keep the

glint

both know that Brittany is 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 know as

her heart

did Marcel know? How dare he confront Grace

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

“What proof do you have that I was behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of Joie because you feared she would reveal

bold enough to fire a gun in Salter Manor, take a life,

distant, and she didn’t speak for a

“I can’t save 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

pondering for a moment, Marcel