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.

Brittany, then back at Isaac, his gaze tinged with a frosty undertone. “I simply wanted to ask her if she could spare

he had

coldly. “Marcel, if you dare come near Grandma again, I swear, I’ll make sure Leda doesn’t

a threat?”

to maintain his composure, but panic

pushed Marcel aside, leaving Him sprawled on the ground like a helpless mass. Despite his attempts to rise, his legs failed

that I still have a

bleak, and the doctors were at

notice after another was issued, each one further dampening Isaac’s

turmoil, everyone anxiously awaiting an outcome.

as it often

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

operating room’s light flickered on and off.

like a statue, unable to move.

doctor’s words were like gales whistling by, tearing his heart into countless ragged

heard the doctor

everything we could. Grace’s body was at its limit. Even if she’d