The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Yuri stormed out of the police station and got into his car.

"Lock down everything that happened today. Keep Brittany's hospitalization under wraps. Don't let a word get out!"

"Dig into Mabel's background, and get the best lawyer in town. I want her behind bars for a long, long time!"

Yuri was still shaking with rage. Brittany was his pride and joy, and for Mabel to treat her this way was unforgivable. "Understood."

...

Upon hearing about Brittany's accident, Isaac rushed to the hospital, where Brittany had already been moved to a VIP room.

She was still unconscious, lying on the bed, her face pale as a sheet.

The nurse, seeing him arrive, questioned, "I'm sorry, this is a VIP room. You can't just come in here."

"I'm family."

Looking at Brittany's frail figure, Isaac's heart was in pieces: "You can leave now."

The nurse hesitated but was ushered out by the bodyguard standing by the door.

Once the nurse left, Isaac closed the door, walked over to the bed, and took Brittany's hand.

She was yet to wake up, her palm warm. He kissed the center of her hand, his eyes filled with a dark light. "Ouch-"

Brittany frowned, a low cry escaping her lips.

Thinking he had hurt her hand, Isaac instinctively let go and took hold of her shoulder: "Bri?"

Brittany's eyelids fluttered and, after a moment, she opened her eyes to meet Isaac's.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"Zakky."

The moment she spoke, tears streamed down her face, "It hurts so much."

Isaac's heart twisted in pain, leaning closer, "It's okay, I'm here now."

Brittany raised her left hand, clinging to his neck: "Is the baby okay?"

"The baby's fine, the doctor confirmed it. Our little one is doing great."

Isaac kissed her lips gently: "The reporter has been caught."

Brittany sobbed with relief: "That's good."

Her pain didn't matter as long as their baby was safe.

Isaac comforted her until she calmed down, then there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Salter, ma'am."

Nathan walked in, carrying a pot of chicken soup, respectfully handing it over to Isaac: "Mr. Salter, the chicken soup you requested."

Isaac took the pot, signaling Nathan to leave.

He opened the pot, the freshly made chicken soup still steaming, a layer of grease floating on top. He skimmed off the grease, revealing the clear broth underneath.

He took out the chicken, placed it in a small bowl, put on gloves, and shredded the meat, placing the skin in another bowl.

Brittany watched him, her heart melting at the sight.

Isaac got everything ready, brought over a small table, alternating between spoonfuls of chicken and sips of soup for Brittany.

Brittany, having skipped dinner and been through so much, was famished.

The soup, prepared by Nathan, was infused with healing herbs, giving it a medicinal aroma. The broth was sweet and rich, the chicken tender and succulent, melting in her mouth. After two bowls, she couldn't drink any more: "No more."

Isaac looked at the remaining soup and finished it in one gulp.

He cleaned up, adjusted Brittany's bed, and asked, "Anything else feeling off?"

"No."

Isaac sat by the bed: "You rest up here in the hospital. Everything's been locked down tight, no one knows you're here."

"What about the Eltham side-"

Brittany was worried the news might leak, especially to the reporter who'd learn of her pregnancy, giving them leverage! "Don't worry, everything's under control."

Isaac waited until Brittany fell asleep before leaving.

Stepping out of the room, he saw Yuri sitting outside: "Dad."

"Did Bri fall asleep?"

"She had some chicken soup and has just gone to sleep."