The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 887

Grace collapsed once again.

The Salter clan was in an uproar, storming the hospital in a mass of worry and apprehension.

Isaac was the family’s pride and rock, the linchpin that held them together.

Surrounded by his kin, their inquiries came fast and fervent, as if fearing that with Grace’s departure, the entire Salter legacy would fall squarely on Isaac’s shoulders.

Manuel and Marcel were there too.

Gone was their former luster; these past few days had been particularly rough for them.

Marcel hadn’t expected Grace to collapse.

The moment Marcel showed up, Isaac grabbed him and slammed him against the wall with a force that threatened to crunch his bones.

“Emily said you went to see Grandma. What did you say to her?”

Grace didn’t just collapse out of the blue; anger must have played a part.

back at Isaac, his gaze tinged with a frosty undertone. “I

intense desire to crush Marcel; he had few people he cared about, and Grace was one

dare come near Grandma again, I

a

to maintain his composure, but panic was setting in.

ground like a helpless mass. Despite his attempts to rise, his

I still have a shred of sanity

condition was bleak, and the doctors were at

one further dampening Isaac’s

in turmoil, everyone anxiously awaiting an

it often is, proved cruel.

the dead of night, Grace was critical again, and despite hours of effort by the

operating room’s light flickered

stood frozen outside, like a statue, unable to

whistling by, tearing his heart

the doctor say.

could. Grace’s body was at its limit. Even if she’d been revived, there wouldn’t have been