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.”

gathered the security footage

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

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 wound

around, she noticed the room

was probably at the

for nearly half an

can you come to

make it to the funeral on

Kari arrived quickly.

forehead, she seethed, “Brittany, Carla’s gone too

get dressed. I

to be laid to rest in

set on her decision and helped her into a black dress, then supported her to the car, taking her to the chapel.

the Salter family and those close to Grace at the funeral home.

you have some nerve showing up. What

“Carla!”

through the air, freezing Carla in her tracks, her hand suspended mid-air.