The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 1200

"Dad!"

Abby's face lit up when she saw Wesley, her joyful greeting warming his heart.

Wesley scooped his daughter into his arms and spotted Brittany across the room.

"Brittany, can your son please stop chasing after my daughter?"

They're so young, yet he's already thinking about running away with her!

Brittany sighed, "Do you really think she listens to me?"

Daniel looked up innocently, "Mr. Tueley, don't you like me?"

Wesley shook his head, "It's not that."

"Then why can't Abby and I be together?"

Wesley was at a loss for words.

Was this really about whether or not he liked the kid?

"My daughter is only six, not even seven yet!"

"I am too."

Daniel puffed out his chest, "But I've already thought it through."

Wesley frowned, "I'm worried Abby hasn't thought it through."

"Dad, I have thought it through," Abby suddenly said. "I really like Daniel, and I want to be with him forever." Wesley's heart sank.

His daughter, planning a life escape!

Daniel smirked triumphantly, "Mr. Tueley, see? Abby's made up her mind. She wants to be with me!"

Wesley's fists clenched, "Brittany, if I end up having to discipline your son, can you hold back Isaac from coming at me?"

"No way."

Isaac emerged from the bathroom, grabbing his phone.

Wesley abruptly hung up the call and tossed the tablet into Daniel's lap, "Stay away from my daughter."

Daniel's face fell, "Mr. Tueley, it's wrong to tear apart true love."

Wesley chuckled dryly, "And disciplining you is wrong?"

He left with Abby in his arms.

Daniel, with a sulky expression, sought out Yuri, "Grandpa, what do I do? Mr. Tueley doesn't like me. He wants to separate me and Abby-" Yuri patted his head, "Then you just have to be good to Abby. When she's older, you can court her then."

Daniel thought for a moment, "Okay."

Yuri was surprised by Daniel's maturity but was about to speak again.

"I heard from Dad that you didn't like him at first. Why did you accept him later?"

Yuri sighed...

That's a long story.

He knelt down, looking Daniel in the eyes seriously, "Because your dad truly loved your mom, mo

than anyone else could see. That's why I could accept him."

Daniel seemed to understand.

...

Isaac pocketed his phone and climbed into bed with Brittany.

Another night well spent at Bri-jeweled Studio.

Brittany and Isaac's interactions became more frequent, no longer hiding as before. Eltham, as usual, invited Brittany out to dinner from time to time.

Brittany rarely accepted.

Yet Eltham always found a way to pressure her, and Brittany would eventually give in.

The wedding was set, and Brittany was forced to attend several dinners with Eltham, making the whole town think they were deeply in love

At one dinner, Brittany excused herself to the restroom.

The restroom was buzzing with people.

They were all talking about her and Eltham.

"Brittany and Prince Eltham seem really happy together."

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"What's there to be happy about? Prince Eltham already has a love child. Brittany must be mortified!"

"If it were me, I'd have broken off the engagement by now."

"Truth is, Brittany doesn't want to break it off; she just can't."

"Prince Eltham has his sights set on Brittany. There's no way he'd let her go unless she did something fundamentally wrong-" "Speaking of which, I have a relative who's a doctor. Apparently, Brittany had some tests done at the hospital, and there were issues." "What kind of issues?"

"The royal announcement said three months, but Brittany was already two and a half months along, nearly three... and during that time, she and Caspian were really close.

"Wow-"

"You mean the baby might not be Prince Eltham's?"

"That can't be. Would Prince Eltham tolerate such an insult?"

"Who knows?"

Brittany slipped away quietly.

Unseen, Hestia was hiding in one of the stalls.

So, the baby Brittany was carrying wasn't Eltham's?

Did Eltham know about this?

After everyone left the restroom, Hestia washed her hands and looked up to replace Saskia standing nearby.

"And you are?"