The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 1138

"You—"

Yuri's eyes were blazing with fury.

"Mr. Lynette, you should get some rest."

Eltham gracefully exited the scene.

Yuri stood frozen, his face turning a shade of stormy gray.

The butler emerged, concern etching his features: "Mr. Lynette, it seems like Prince Eltham has changed completely—"

Eltham wasn't like this before, not at all.

Yuri stamped his foot in anger: "I should've known! Raised by her, how could he be anything but cunning?"

The gentle and refined facade Eltham had put on was nothing but a ploy to get him to agree to the marriage.

The thought of Brittany being caught in this mess caused Yuri a pang of deep pain in his chest.

He groaned, clutching his heart as his towering figure suddenly collapsed!

"Someone help!"

"Call an ambulance!"

When the ambulance arrived, Yuri was rushed to the emergency room. Unable to reach Brittany, the butler had no choice but to call Holden Lynette.

Panting, Holden arrived: "How's my father?"

"Mr. Lynette has been under a lot of stress lately, and this fit of rage has landed him in here."

"And Bri?"

A shiver ran down Holden's spine. With such a crisis at home, why was Brittany nowhere to be found?

"The lady was taken away by Prince Eltham."

Realizing something untoward had happened, Holden instructed, "Keep everyone else calm and ensure the news of father's condition doesn't leak."

Growing up in the Lynette family, Holden was no stranger to handling emergencies with aplomb.

Eltham had taken all her communication devices; even the computer and TV in her room had been tampered with to prevent any outside contact.

She was restless, haunted by the day's events.

The medical examination results had come in, sealing the deal on their engagement.

What would Isaac think if he saw the news?

Her father must be worried sick about her not coming home.

Brittany tossed and turned, unable to find peace. Her frustration grew with every passing moment, making her misery unbearable.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally opened.

Brittany's head shot up, hope flickering in her eyes at the sight of the visitor, only to be replaced by disdain the next moment: "What do you want?"

Eltham entered, carrying a tray of food, his demeanor as calm and collected as ever: "You had a medical check-up this morning. Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"

Having seen his true colors, Brittany could only feel revulsion: "Eltham, what's with the act?"