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 hide the fragility that cloaked

chair without

you, please spare

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

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

without the accident, would

pierced her mask of composure, revealing a chilling glint in the kind eyes that had fooled so many.

the institute’s affairs. If she finds out that you orchestrated all this, will she forgive you?

her heart pounding with

much did Marcel know? How dare he confront

a moment,

proof do you have that I was behind the events of that year?” “You were so desperate to get

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

she didn’t speak

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

moment,