The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

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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 ctogether, 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.

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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 | can’t play host today; there are just too many guests.” They shook their heads, their expressions somber. “Take care of yourself,” they said.

The number of guests was overwhelming, and even members of the press had managed to infiltrate the crowd.

Isaac stood solemn and unapproachable, his presence deterring anyone from coming too close.

Carla had been crying incessantly, and seeing Brittany jo x FY to muster a smile filled her with a festering rage.

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

The glass struck Brittany squarely, and for a brief moment, darkness danced before her eyes.

“Brittany,” Carla demanded 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 her shares in her will?” Carla was the true granddaughter of the Salter family, yet she had received mere properties and cash, while Brittany, that wretched woman, had been bequeathed over fifty percent of Grace's shares! Isaac was the first to react, rushing forward with a swift kick that sent Carla sprawling, 1/2 08:55 Chapter 890 then quickly supporting Brittany, concern etched across his face. “Bri, does it hurt?” Brittany, barely able to open her eyes from the pain, clung to Isaac, her whole body shaking.

Carla, knocked to the ground, hit her head against the wall and shrieked in pain. “Zac, how could you push me...” Isaac's icy gaze swept over her, chilling to the bone.

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“Carla, Brittany is your sister-in-law. You'd best watch how you act!” Worried for Brittany's well-being, Isaac swept her up in his arms and strode away.

Members of the Salter family wanted to follow but were stopped by Noel. “The funeral is what matters right now,” he said, a firm hand deterring them.

Carla was not lightly wounded. Noel glanced at her, then directed a doctor to tend to her injuries.

Carla taking advantage of her seniority, challenged Noel. “Noel, do you think Brittany used strick? How else could Grandma leave her so many shares?” “How do you know the contents of Grandma's will?” Noel asked, unable to contain his disgust. The family was already circling Grace's legacy like vultures.

Carla's face paled at the question.

“Carla,” Noel said with a grave tone, “how Grandma's estate is settled is her prerogative, not ours to question.” “Noel, she isn't even officially part of the Salter family yet; she’s an outsider!” Carla realized with a shriek that Noel stood with Brittany.

“She bore a child for the Salter family!” Noel retorted sternly. “She has been one of us for years.” Carla was speechless.

“Why do you despise Brittany so much, Carla? You know the reason better than anyone,” Noel pressed.

Before he left, Noel gave Carla a meaningful look. “You attacked her in public. Isaac won't let this go easily. You should think about how you're going to apologize.” After Noel departed, Carla vented her fury on the room, smashing things in a fit of rage, but it did little to quell her dissatisfaction.

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