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.”

heard about Grace,” Charles’s voice came through the phone,

“I’m managing.”

know Grace had been frail for a long

was not caused

to

soft-hearted,” Charles pointed out, his voice a blend of

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

she tiptoed back to the bedroom and snuggled into Isaac’s

a shadow over the Salter family, leading Isaac and Noel to appear subdued for a long

devoted her time

rare weekend off, the family ventured to the

was refreshing, and Daniel was visibly

and carrying fishing gear, settled by the reservoir to fish.

rocking chair, soaking up the tranquility. Bathed in the gentle sunlight, the family’s

interlude, Isaac’s mood improved significantly.

the helm of Grandeur Capital, his work grew more demanding, keeping him at the office late and whittling down his frame.

the mess Marcel had left behind, resulting in an immense workload. However, his exceptional skills eventually led

deliberation, Brittany and Isaac decided to postpone their wedding.

a wedding now seemed inappropriate, so Brittany suggested adhering to the family tradition of waiting for three years before having