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.

the sanctuary

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

please

as ice. “I can hardly bear the weight

for Leda and Joie conspiring, I wouldn’t have been hospitalized, Zac wouldn’t have been hurt, and Bri wouldn’t have lost her baby.”

was strange, almost haunted. “Grandmother, even without the accident,

of composure, revealing a chilling glint

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

heart pounding with

dare

wills, and for a moment, the tension in the

have that I was behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get rid of Joie

a life, and escape scot-free. He could

didn’t speak for a long while.

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

a moment, Marcel agreed, “Alright.”