The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 1135

Brittany gripped his hand tightly. "Dad, I'm so sorry."

She felt guilty for putting Yuri in such a difficult position.

Yuri squeezed her hand gently. "I've seen how Isaac treats you, sweetheart. Handing you over to him puts my mind at ease."

Certainly more at ease than entrusting her to Eltham.

From a certain perspective, Eltham was just too enigmatic. Despite his outward charm and grace, how could someone raised in the royal circles not be cunning?

Brittany leaned on Yuri's shoulder, her heart filled with unease.

She barely slept all night, until the first light of dawn made her realize that today was the day of her medical check-up.

She lingered in bed for a while, then got up, washed, and got ready.

Eltham was already there early in the morning, waiting for her in the living room.

Seeing her come downstairs, he stood up. "All set?"

Brittany smiled. "All set."

"I had the staff pack breakfast. We can eat it after your blood test at the hospital." Eltham noticed she had lost weight and felt concerned. "You've slimmed down recently. Are you okay? Haven't been sick, have you?"

He never mentioned the car accident, and Brittany didn't bring it up either.

It was as if it had never happened.

"Just haven't been resting well," she replied.

The staff brought over the packed breakfast, and Eltham, ever thoughtful, took it and they left together.

Yuri watched their departing figures, feeling a sense of foreboding.

Compared to Eltham, Brittany seemed naturally frail, even exuding a strange calm.

Reporters had been waiting at the hospital early.

The royal pre-marital health check conducted at Imperial Private Hospital was a matter of high security and public interest.

Eltham, the queen's only son and heir, had always been in the spotlight. His choice of Brittany as a bride had surprised the entire town.

Eltham took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular forearm. He approached the nurse, who drew his blood efficiently and smoothly.

After eating, Brittany felt less dizzy.

The results of the check-up would be available in about an hour, and to Brittany, that hour seemed endless. Eltham sat by her side, having finished his breakfast, and then got an assistant to buy a hot chai latte, handing it to Brittany. "Have some hot chai latte to warm up."

Brittany wasn't a fan of chai latte; it was too sweet and too rich, plus the addition of tea leaves wasn't ideal for her condition.

The chai latte was hot, its warmth seeping through the thin cup to her fingertips. Time ticked by slowly; she felt like a prisoner awaiting judgment.

"Your Highness, the results are in," announced the head of the department.

Eltham stood up, took the results, and after a quick glance, a smile lit up his face. He walked over to Brittany. "The results are great."

Brittany shuddered. "Great?"

How could that be?

Weren't the results supposed to reveal her pregnancy?