The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 890

“And Daniel too,” Brittany said with a pained attempt at reassurance. “Daniel, me, and Noel-we’ll always be family.”

Isaac reached out, his hand gently caressing her cheek. After a moment, he bowed his head, and their foreheads touched. It was a gesture devoid of flirtation but rich in emotional connection, like a soul-baring embrace.

Like a kitten finally ceasing to struggle, Isaac entrusted Brittany with his vulnerability, allowing her to shape and mold his emotions as if they were clay in her hands.

Grace’s funeral was conducted with pomp and circumstance, attended by a countless number of mourners. Kari and Hannah came together, wrapping Brittany in a consoling hug and urging her not to dwell in sorrow.

Brittany forced a smile through her grief. Since Grace’s passing, sleep had eluded her. She couldn’t forgive the murderous intent Grace had once harbored against her, yet she couldn’t erase the warmth Grace had also provided.

Death is like a snuffed-out candle. For now, Brittany wanted to set aside the complexities of their relationship and focus on giving Grace a proper send-off.

“Kari, Hannah, thank you for being here,” Brittany said with a faint smile. “I’m sorry I can’t play host today; there are just too many guests.”

They shook their heads, their expressions somber. “Take care of yourself,” they said.

of the press

presence

a festering rage. In a sudden outburst, she grabbed a glass of water from a nearby table and hurled it at Brittany.

and for a brief

with red-rimmed eyes, “you were the last person to see Grandma before she passed. What did you say to her? Why did she leave you such a significant portion of

properties and cash, while Brittany, that wretched woman, had been bequeathed over fifty percent of Grace’s

react, rushing forward with a swift kick that sent Carla sprawling, then quickly supporting Brittany, concern etched across his face. “Bri, does

eyes from the pain, clung to Isaac, her whole

knocked to the ground, hit her head against the wall and shrieked in pain. “Zac, how

over her, chilling

your sister-in-law. You’d best

Brittany’s well-being, Isaac swept her up in his arms

“The funeral is what matters right now,” he said, a

her, then directed a doctor to tend to

“Noel, do you think Brittany used some trick? How else could Grandma leave her