The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) -
Chapter 1191
Daniel wrapped his arms around her, refusing to let go. "Abby, I've missed you so much!"
Abby missed him too, her eyes reddening with the effort to hold back tears.
The two kids hugged each other tightly, sobbing.
Through his tears, Daniel tried to offer Abby some comfort.
On the sidelines, Wesley seethed.
His fists clenched.
Why did he feel like the flower he had painstakingly nurtured was about to be snatched away, pot and all?
...
Twila had undergone another surgery, but the results were far from optimistic.
Hestia remained by her side at the hospital, unwavering in her support.
Brittany never showed her face from start to finish.
The queen had people investigate, but Brittany never slipped up, forcing her to drop the matter.
As the day of discharge approached, Twila became increasingly irritable, causing scenes at the drop of a hat. After several such incidents, even the queen found herself at a loss.
On the day of discharge, Eltham arrived at the hospital with Brittany.
Upon seeing Brittany, Twila exploded. "Dad, why did you bring her here?"
"Twila, remember your promise to me," Eltham said, his gaze turning icy.
Twila fell silent.
Hestia, holding Twila, looked at Brittany, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "Ms. Lynette, I'm sorry."
But Brittany wasn't waiting for Hestia's apology.
After Hestia got into the car, Eltham finally remembered to ask about Daniel. Learning that Daniel had gone back to Imperial City seemed to relax him a bit.
"You can come back to Craneville anytime."
The thought of raising another man's child was still hard for him to swallow. Brittany's gaze fell. "Eltham, let's replace a time to call off the engagement."
Eltham's expression changed dramatically. "Why?"
Brittany's eyes were cold. "I don't love you."
"In other words, I never wanted to be engaged to you in the first place; you pressured me."
She paused. "Hestia and I look so alike, and she's given you a daughter. Don't you feel something for her?"
Eltham immediately thought of the rumors and tried to explain. "I've never seen you as a replacement="
"You are you, and Hestia is Hestia." Eltham was clear. "I know better than anyone; my feelings for you are because you are Brittany." "Then if I don't like Twila, would you send her away for me?"
Eltham was at a loss for words.
"You can't."
"Eltham, I've thought a lot during this
е
time. We're not right for each other. As long as you agree to break off the engagement, I'll agree to any terms you have."
Eltham was desperate. "You just want to leave me, right?"
"Am I not good enough for you?"
His eyes were full of pain. "I can accept the child in your womb, I can
accept that you don't love me, just want you by my side. Is that so
им
hard?"
He couldn't understand what more he had to do to make Brittany stay.
Brittany took a deep breath. "I don't like you."
Eltham was adamant. "We can't break off the engagement. I'll take you home."
Brittany knew he wouldn't agree but didn't press the issue.
"Eltham, I don't want us to end on bad terms. I'll be waiting for you to change your mind."
Eltham drove Brittany back to the Lynette Conglomerate, watching her leave before heading to a bar alone.
Hestia received a call and rushed to the bar, replaceing Eltham drunk after two bottles of bourbon.
He was slumped over the table, completely wasted.
Seeing him like this pained her. She settled the bill and helped Eltham leave.
Hestia had been brought over by the family chauffeur.
After helping Eltham into the car, with the chauffeur taking the wheel and Hestia sitting in the back, she heard Eltham muttering Brittany's name, a look of anguish on his face.
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Hestia felt as if her heart had been struck hard. She was sure she had moved on from Eltham.
But seeing him in such pain, she couldn't help but feel distressed.
The heir to a prestigious family, brought low by love for just one woman!
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