The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 893

Chapter 893

Brittany climbed the stairs.

Isaac had just stepped out of the bathroom. He has barely slept a wink in the past few days, leaving him utterly exhausted.

As Brittany approached, Isaac planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "Lie down with me for a bit?"

"Sure."

Brittany had spent some time at Salter Manor before, and everything felt oddly familiar.

Once back in bed, sleep claimed Isaac almost instantly.

But Brittany was too exhausted to replace rest. The words Grace had spoken on her deathbed and the will she had left behind haunted her thoughts, leaving her unsure of what to do

next.

The matter of the poisoning had reached a conclusion.

Grace was gone, and with her, the will to dig any further seemed to vanish.

After a long contemplation, Brittany got out of bed and called Charles. "Drop the

investigation into the institute."

"I heard about Grace," Charles's voice came through the phone, laden with concern. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm managing."

"Bri, you know Grace had been frail for a long time. Don't take it too hard."

Grace's death was not caused by them.

Brittany massaged her temples, "She's gone. There's no need to stir up more trouble by continuing the investigation."

"Bri, you've become soft-hearted," Charles pointed out, his voice a blend of jest and truth.

Her eyes downcast; Brittany felt the truth in his words. She remembered Grace's kindness, none of it feigned.

After ending the call, she tiptoed back to the bedroom and snuggled into Isaac's embrace, replaceing a deep, sweet sleep.

Grace's passing cast a shadow over the Salter family, leading Isaac and Noel to appear subdued for a long while, with Daniel often reminiscing about her.

Apart from work, Brittany devoted her time to her family.

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Chapter 893

On a rare weekend off, the family ventured to the countryside for some respite.

The rural setting was refreshing, and Daniel was visibly joyful.

Isaac, donning sun-protective gear and carrying fishing gear, settled by the reservoir to

fish.

Brittany, uninterested in fishing, rested in a nearby rocking chair, soaking up the tranquility. Bathed in the gentle sunlight, the family's laughter and chatter painted a serene picture.

After that brief interlude, Isaac's mood improved significantly.

Now at the helm of Grandeur Capital, his work grew more demanding, keeping him at the office late and whittling down his frame.

Brittany urged him to ease up on the workload, but unfortunately, Isaac had to handle the mess Marcel had left behind, resulting in an immense workload. However, his exceptional skills eventually led to things getting back on track after a few strenuous months.

After much deliberation, Brittany and Isaac decided to postpone their wedding.

Given the recent passing of Grace, holding a wedding now seemed inappropriate, so Brittany suggested adhering to the family tradition of waiting for three years before having the wedding ceremony. Isaac felt guilty, "Bri, I'm sorry."

He hadn't given her a wedding five years ago, and now they faced another delay.

"We've both been busy. We can take our time with the wedding. There's no rush."

While Isaac agreed to postpone the wedding, he insisted on getting the marriage certificate as soon as possible.

They picked out a perfect day and went to the registry office together. Standing outside the registry office, Brittany reflected on their first attempt to get married.

"Last time, wasn't there an issue with the paperwork at the registry office?"

Isaac nodded, "That's right."

At the time, he regarded it only as a sham marriage, so he didn't delve into the matter.

Brittany checked their documents thoroughly, teasing, "I've come prepared this time; everything should be in order."

Isaac chuckled softly, taking her hand in his, his gaze filled with sincere love. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" Brittany nodded firmly, "Absolutely."

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