The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 746

Chapter

746

Brittany was utterly confused. Was he thanking her for the bowl of stew? Or thanking her for making him lose Grandeur Capital?

Isaac noticed her bewilderment, and a faint smile played on his thin lips. "Ever since I took over Grandeur Capital, the entire Salter clan has had to depend on me. I've had enough of that life." For him, Grandeur Capital was crucial. It was not simply a symbol of power, but also a shackle that bound him.

The Salter family, with its internal strife hidden behind a facade of docility, was all about personal interests, despite the fact that they were tied together by blood.

Brittany, in a way, had helped him. At least he wasn't held hostage by the Salter family any longer.

Although he'd lost Grandeur Capital, he now had a valid reason to never intervene in the Salter family's affairs again. He could finally enjoy some peace, which was what he had always wanted. Brittany clutched her spoon tightly, suddenly at a loss for words. She finished the last spoon of her stew in silence.

"You can leave once you're done with your stew. I have to head to the hospital." She said.

Isaac grabbed her hand. "Did you anticipate that Joseph would sabotage your home when you were working with him?"

Brittany pulled her hand away. "It was his people."

All she wanted was an opportunity to show him that she wasn't soft-hearted or desperate.

Her goal was to move to Radiant Residences, get closer to Isaac's study, and get what she wanted at that time.

Isaac exhaled a sigh of relief, watching as Brittany packed up the leftover stew and left.

Perhaps it was due to seeing Isaac, but Brittany was in a terrible mood.

She drove to the hospital, staying in her car for nearly ten minutes to compose herself before finally getting out. "Ding."

"Ms. Dustin."

Brittany stepped out of the elevator to be met by Daniel's nurse, who was carrying a treatment tray. "You're here." "Yes. I brought food." Brittany had a decent relationship with the nurse. "How is Daniel?"

The nurse shook her head. "I checked on him half an hour ago. His condition is stable, but he hasn't woken up." Brittany tightened her grip on the food container. "Alright."

"Ms. Dustin, don't worry too much. The young master's vitals are stable." The nurse tried to reassure Brittany. Brittany thanked the nurse for her kindness, and they both headed to the ward.

Inside the room.

Joie was gripping the pillow tightly, but she seemed to have an expression of fear on her face. Perhaps out of fear, Joie's hand trembled.

"Thud."

The pillow fell to the ground, startling Joie.

Damn it!

What was there to be afraid of?

There was no one in the room.

Joie squatted down, picked up the pillow, and glanced at Daniel.

Daniel's face was flushed red, and his long lashes were fluttering.

He wasn't about to wake up, was he?

Joie clenched the pillow and pressed down hard on his face again.

Maybe it was guilt or fear that he would wake up, but this time, Joie's hands were shaking.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. They seemed to be moving in unison with her heartbeat, making Joie, who was already on edge, tense up even more. Her senses were heightened. Separated by a thin door, the knocking sound rang out again.

Joie instinctively let go of the pillow, cast a reluctant glance at Daniel on the bed, and hid in the bathroom.

Just as she tucked herself away, the ward door creaked open.

Joie froze. Her fists were tightly clenched as she peered through the crack in the bathroom door. She saw the person who had entered.

In an instant, she felt as if a giant, unseen hand was squeezing her heart. She felt as if she had fallen into a freezing, cold ice cellar.