The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 891

Brittany hadn’t slept in days. Another blow had taken its toll, causing her to faint from exhaustion into Isaac’s arms as he carried her to the car.

Nathan floored the gas pedal the moment he saw her condition.

Isaac held Brittany close, his jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath the surface.

At the hospital, the doctors dressed Brittany’s wounds and gave her a nutritional IV.

“Mr. Salter, Ms. Dustin fainted from extreme fatigue and is still unconscious. Try not to worry too much,” Nathan said in a hushed tone.

“Get the security footage. We’re suing Carla,” Isaac commanded, standing outside the hospital room, his aura icy and detached.

Nathan doubted his ears for a moment, but as he observed Isaac closely, he could tell the man was at his breaking point.

Carla’s repeated targeting of Brittany had long exhausted Isaac’s patience. Now that she had attacked Brittany in public, how could he let it slide?

“Understood.”

immediately gathered the security footage

imagination to predict Carla’s reaction. She would rage. Then she would beg for mercy. And then, she

woke up, her forehead was still throbbing with pain. Recollections of the incident flooded her mind, and she jolted upright, gasping for air as the sharp pain from her

around, she noticed the room was empty.

was probably at

half an

you come to

it to the funeral on her own.

Kari arrived quickly.

she seethed, “Brittany, Carla’s gone too far. She

“Help me get dressed. I need

in the morning. She couldn’t

set on her decision and helped her into a black dress, then

Salter family and those close to Grace at the funeral

you have some nerve showing

“Carla!”

calm, authoritative voice cut through the air, freezing Carla in her tracks, her hand suspended mid-air. She turned, trembling.