NovelStartChapter 889 “No, | had no clue before you left Imperial City. | truly liked you then.” She really had no idea.
She had altered her plans without a care in the world about who was fleeing with Isaac. Her sole focus was eliminating a future threat.
It wasn’t until Joie cknocking that she started digging and uncovered Brittany's identity.
Grace clutched Brittany's hand tightly, trembling. “Bri, I'm so sorry. Don’t tell Zac... don’t let him despise me.” She was at the end of her rope, coughing up blood in heavy spurts, as Brittany's tears flowed ceaselessly.
“Bri, promise me...” Grace couldn't hold on much longer.
Brittany covered her eyes with her hands to hide the scalding tears and, after a long moment, nodded. “Okay.” Grace got the answer she wanted and then everything bechazy.
Wails of grief echoed from outside the door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrace's hand slowly lost its warmth, and as Brittany stared at her ashen face, it felt as if something inside her had irreparably shattered The crying grew louder and more intense.
Brittany was nearly pushed aside as the distant relatives of the Salter family gathered around Grace, kneeling in a sea of mourning.
Isaac, composed and cool-headed, took care of the dischEde procedures and began organizing the funeral arrangements.
Brittany gazed blankly at the sky, puzzled as to why the heavens over the Imperial City, usually so clear and crisp, were today shrouded in gloom.
The news of Grace's passing, once made public, caused quite a stir throughout the city.
As a leading power woman of the Imperial City, Grace's life had been nothing short of spectacular.
Born into a wealthy family, she was exceptionally talented. She thrived in both her marriage and her career, yet in her fifties, she lost her husband and daughter-in-law.
Grandeur Capital released an obituary, and countless high-society figures rushed to 1/3 08:55 Chapter 889 express their condolences.
Following Grace's last wishes, she was laid to rest beside Pete.
Isaac, as the eldest grandson, took charge of the funeral, making decisions on all matters big and small.
For twenty-four hours straight, he did not sleep a wink.
Late at night.
Brittany knelt beside Isaac in front of the casket.
Isaac was still in his black dress shirt, solemn and restrained, much like his demeanor.
Brittany took his hand, her grip tender with empathy. “It’s late, you should get srest.” Isaac shook his head, his voice hoarse. “I want to stay with Grandma a little longer.” Brittany withdrew her hand. “Grandma wouldn’t want you like this.” Isaac knelt in silence for a long while.
He had grown up under Grace's wing, and their bond over the decades was incredibly deep. Now that Grace was gone, his heart ached.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrittany understood his pain. She too had lost the people closest to her.
Brittany led Isaac to the living room and poured him a cup of water, pressing it into his hands. “You need to rest.” Even if just for a moment.
The body can only take so much.
Isaac stood rigidly in place, unmoving.
Brittany could feel his sorrow and stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Zakky, if you need to cry, it's okay...” Isaac remained silent.
Allowing Brittany to embrace him.
Were it not for his faint breathing, Brittany might have thought he had ceased to exist.
After a long time, Isaac lifted his hand and drank the now-cold water. Then, he rested his hand on the back of Brittany's head, drawing her close to his chest.
Thump! Thump! The sound of a heart beating more and more frantically, 2/3 08:55 Chapter 889 Paired with the man’s husky voice as it fell, “Bri, you're all | have left.”
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
