The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 707

Chapter 707

Witnessing the deterioration of her grandson, Grace heaved a sigh. "Isaac, I've told you before to treat Brittany right. But look what you've done."

She had initially held some resentment towards Brittany, but now, Isaac was the one who had messed up, and she had no right to blame Brittany. Isaac stood up and retreated to his room, fatigue etched onto every line of his face. He leaned on the doorpost, flashes of past events flickering in his mind. He had never regretted anything in his life until now. Had he known things would have turned out that way, he wouldn't have hesitated. He would have forced Leda to donate her kidney, even if it meant threatening her

life!

But alas, there were no ifs in life!

Grace stayed at Isaac's home in the Radiant Residences for a few days, making sure he ate and slept regularly.

His health had declined significantly, and the old lady couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

Isaac, taking advantage of the rare downtime, decided to stay at home, accompanying his grandmother in gardening and playing chess, completely devoid of his usual vigor.

When Joie came to visit, Isaac was in the garden with his grandmother, watering the flowers.

Ever since the Salter family had fallen into turmoil, Joie rarely visited the Radiant Residences.

Partly because she didn't want to jinx herself, and partly because she wanted to distance herself from the situation.

But she couldn't bear to give up on Isaac, who was still a pot of gold. Even without his position as the president of Grandeur Capital, Isaac was still a member of the Salter family!

Based on that alone, she wasn't going to give up so easily.

Upon seeing Joie, Emily greeted her, "Ms. Joie."

"Emily, I came to visit Granny and Isaac," Joie replied, handing over fresh fruit and a bouquet of flowers to Emily.

Emily glanced at the gifts; the total value was no more than fifty dollars.

Since Joie had claimed Grace as her godmother, each visit was usually accompanied by gifts worth hundreds.

But it took almost half a month after Isaac's discharge from the hospital for Joie to appear. Emily was uncertain about what she had been up to, but she was sure that Joie hadn't thought about visiting the Radiant Residences or the hospital. Naturally, the Salter family hadn't treated Joie badly either.

Emily was aware of the saying "out of sight, out of mind."

The Radiant Residences was no longer the top-level mansion it used to be, hence Joie's neglect.

"Granny is in the garden. You can go replace her, Ms. Joie."

Emily entered the house and placed the gifts in the kitchen.

Isaac had just been discharged from the hospital, and his health was yet to fully recover.

Emily had put much effort into preparing nourishing meals for Isaac, using various expensive medicinal ingredients. The entire mansion was filled with the aroma of food. It was rich and tantalizing. Joie walked into the garden and spotted Isaac instantly.

Dressed in a gray home suit, he looked a bit thin after his illness, but his spirit was high.

He was holding a bunch of flowers, while Grace was leisurely watering the plants, muttering something. Isaac would nod in agreement from time to time; they seemed to be getting along well. "Granny."

"Joie, what brings you here?" Grace looked surprised, clearly not expecting Joie.

Joie approached her, "Granny, I heard Bro Isaac was discharged from the hospital. I just finished my filming schedule and came straight here."

"Bro Isaac, how are you feeling?"

Despite her careful grooming, Joie failed to catch Isaac's attention.

"Much better. Thanks for asking."

"Granny, I will leave you two to chat. I'm heading upstairs." Isaac left with his flowers, his tall figure retreating without any signs of despair, instead emanating an indescribable lazy charm. Joie licked her lips, feeling a bit awkward. "Granny, do you think Bro Isaac is mad at me for not visiting him immediately?"

She indeed received the news as soon as Isaac had his accident, but she had chosen not to show up.