The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 880
After a month-long recuperation in the hospital, Brittany was finally given the green light to head home.
During that month, she had come to terms with many things. As soon as she was discharged, she had Charles look into Grace’s
past.
“Bri, are you sure you want to do this?” Charles hesitated. If it turned out that Grace was the one behind the poisoning, where
would that leave Brittany and Isaac’s marriage?
“Just do it!” Brittany insisted.
With a heavy sigh, Charles had no choice but to hang up and get to work.
Brittany decided not to rush back to the studio but instead to focus on spending time with Daniel.
Initially unaware of Brittany’s hospitalization, Daniel grew suspicious as days passed, eventually learning the truth and leaving
Noel with a splitting headache after he cried his eyes out. Finally, Noel had no choice but to bring Daniel to the hospital to visit
her. eyes
Following her discharge, Isaac became even more attentive to Brittany’s needs. He took her to see a naturopath to ensure her
full recovery and prevent any lingering health issues.
Daniel, too, became extra cautious around her.
Brittany’s miscarriage was kept quiet, with only those close to the family aware of it. To others, it simply seemed as though she
was on an extended leave of absence.
Isaac, juggling multiple responsibilities, was stretched thin, leaving Brittany to take over the school runs for Daniel.
This new arrangement seemed to irk Hana.
Why was Brittany being so petty? Previously, it had been Mr. Salter handling the school runs. Was Brittany so possessive that
she’d pushed Mr. Salter out of the way just to prevent any interactions between them?
Hana’s mood soured further, and one evening, her friends dragged her out to a bar to lift her spirits. Amid the buzz of alcohol,
Hana overheard her friends discussing Brittany’s miscarriage.

“Miscarriage, for sure?”
“Yes, my uncle’s head of the hospital. They say she was under a lot of stress...” One friend was adamant, “She stayed in the
hospital for over a month.”
“What a disgrace, not even married and already pregnant,” Hana spat in disgust.
“It seems Mr. Salter has proposed again, so a reunion is likely.”
“Though Mr. Salter has been making big moves at Grandeur Capital, Brittany seems to be laying low at home these days,” the
gossip continued.
Hana sneered, inwardly judging anyone who couldn’t even keep a child as unworthy of marrying Mr. Salter.
As the conversation drifted to other matters and Hana drank more than intended, she caught sight of a few men entering the bar.
Among them was Isaac, who looked like he’d come straight from Grandeur Capital, still wearing his crisp white shirt with his suit
jacket casually draped over his wrist. Even in such a place, he exuded a regal presence that was hard to miss.
Surrounded by several good-looking men, they stood out in the crowd.
Quickly touching up her makeup and spritzing her mouth with breath freshener to ensure she was presentable, Hana
approached them.
Isaac had planned to spend the evening with Brittany, but Wesley had dragged him out to the bar for a “friends’ night.” He had
been about to decline when Derek called Brittany, who insisted Isaac go out and have fun, just to be home early.
Isaac, buried in work and under immense pressure, could use a drink to unwind.
As they entered the bar and Wesley booked a private booth, the group paused while Wesley took a call.
“How’s Bri doing?” Derek asked, not feeling comfortable asking Brittany directly.
“The naturopath said she’s still a bit weak, needs to recuperate,” Isaac replied.
“You guys really dropped the ball, huh? Not noticing the pregnancy for over a month?” Derek chided.
Isaac grimaced with a mixture of frustration and regret. “We were always careful. Who would have guessed...”

It had happened just that once.
Derek, aware of the sensitivity of the issue, rubbed his forehead. “Let’s not dwell on it. I haven’t told Grandma to avoid her
rushing back from abroad. Take good care of Bri, and spend time with her so she doesn’t fall into depression.”
It was crucial to pay attention to a woman’s mental health after a miscarriage.
“Mr. Salter, what a coincidence,” a flirtatious female voice called out just as Isaac was about to respond.