The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 700

Chapter 700 

The leader of the group exchanged glances with the others, and their guard dropped slightly, “Turns out it’s Ms. Dustin.” 

One of them pulled out a business card, “Ms. Dustin, good to see you. Five years ago, Mr. Salter hired us to clean the house once a week.” 

“Today is our weekly cleaning day. We didn’t expect you to be here. Our apologies.” 

Brittany took the card and glanced at it. They were from a high-end housekeeping service in Imperial City. Their reputation was stellar. 

“Mr. Salter?” Brittany hesitated; were they referring to Isaac? 

“Yes, Mr. Isaac.” 

“Ms. Dustin, since you’re back, we can come back another day.” 

“It’s pouring outside. It would be inconvenient for you to leave. Stay here.” 

The rain would have made the journey back to Imperial City dangerous. 

They hesitated for a moment, but Brittany insisted that they could clean the next day before leaving, so they agreed. 

Daniel, having eaten his fill, was playing by the window when he spotted Isaac sprawled in a puddle. He sprang up, flung open the door, and rushed out into the 

rain. 

“Daniel!” 

Brittany remembered the sight of Isaac lying in the puddle and massaged her temple. She had been careless. 

“Ms. Dustin, there seems to be a man lying outside…” one of the men ventured. 

“Bring him in, and get Daniel cleaned up.” 

Through the window, Brittany could see Daniel standing vigil over Isaac. His small face was wet with either rain or tears, looking pitiful and innocent. 

She had issues with Isaac, but he was still Daniel’s father. She didn’t want to damage her relationship with Daniel. 

With her instructions, the men nodded, “All right.” 

Brittany didn’t want to face Isaac. So, she went upstairs. 

Isaac was brought inside. Two of the men took him upstairs, removed his wet clothes, placed him in the bathtub, and after cleaning him up, dressed him in fresh pajamas. 

Daniel, after taking another bath and changing into warm clothes, refused to return to his room, opting to stay by Isaac’s bedside instead. 

The older man, seemingly the leader of the group, advised, “Young master, it’s late. You should return to your room and rest.” 

Daniel refused. He stared at Isaac and asked, “Will Daddy get sick?” 

The man wasn’t sure either. After drinking and getting soaked in the rain, Isaac’s health was in question. 

Daniel lay by the bedside, delicately holding Isaac’s hand, refusing to move an inch. 

The man, unable to persuade Daniel, covered him with a blanket and left. 

Brittany spent the whole night tossing and turning. 

Her mind was filled with thoughts of her grandmother. Isaac intermittently crossed her mind, sparking a fleeting, unexplainable emotion. 

By late night, the rain grew heavier. The sound of raindrops hitting the banana leaves outside, despite the barrier of the glass window, was loud and disruptive.