The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 893

Brittany climbed the stairs.

Isaac had just stepped out of the bathroom. He has barely slept a wink in the past few days, leaving him utterly exhausted.

As Brittany approached, Isaac planted a tender kiss on her forehead. “Lie down with me for a bit?”

“Sure.”

Brittany had spent some time at Salter Manor before, and everything felt oddly familiar.

Once back in bed, sleep claimed Isaac almost instantly.

But Brittany was too exhausted to find rest. The words Grace had spoken on her deathbed and the will she had left behind haunted her thoughts, leaving her unsure of what to do next.

The matter of the poisoning had reached a conclusion.

Grace was gone, and with her, the will to dig any further seemed to vanish.

After a long contemplation, Brittany got out of bed and called Charles. “Drop the investigation into the institute.”

the phone,

“I’m managing.”

know Grace had been frail for a

death was not

no need to stir up more trouble by continuing the

out, his voice

downcast; Brittany felt the truth in his words. She remembered Grace’s kindness, none of

tiptoed back to the bedroom and snuggled

the Salter family, leading Isaac and Noel to appear subdued for

Brittany devoted her

a rare weekend off, the family ventured to the countryside for

setting was refreshing, and Daniel was visibly

gear, settled by the

chair, soaking up the tranquility. Bathed in the gentle

that brief interlude, Isaac’s

grew more demanding,

him to ease up on the workload, but unfortunately, Isaac had to handle the mess Marcel had left behind, resulting in an

deliberation, Brittany and Isaac decided

recent passing of Grace, holding a wedding now seemed inappropriate, so Brittany suggested adhering to the family tradition of