The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 153

"My hubby's in the hospital these days."

Brittany noticed the scars on her hand and asked with concern, "What happened to your hand?"

Zella chuckled lightly, "Messed up and got myself punished."

At a business party, Isaac had his wits about him and managed to avoid the planned drama, much to Marcel's annoyance.

The scars on her arm were self-inflicted.

She knew all too well that if Marcel laid his hands on her, it would be even worse.

"How've you been lately?"

She had been confined at home, unable to leave her room without Marcel's permission, completely oblivious to what was happening outside.

"Not bad, Patrina's case has been settled."

Brittany answered truthfully. Zella had tried to help find a lawyer, but to no avail.

"Bri."

A male voice called out. It was Isaac.

Even in simple hospital garb, he couldn't hide his aristocratic demeanor.

Brittany let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him, "Where've you been? I thought you were in the examination room."

"Just needed to clear my head."

Isaac approached her, casually pushing the wheelchair, and turned his gaze to Zella, "Is she your friend?"

"Zella is my client." Brittany paused, "And my friend."

Zella didn't expect Brittany to consider her a friend and felt a bit awkward, "Bri, I’ve gotta run. Catch you later."

After Zella left.

Isaac's gaze followed her. Zella. Rumor had it she's an illegitimate child. Her family, for the sake of saving face, claimed her father was dead and kept her at home.

After years of studying abroad, she returned home to start her own studio, and business was booming.

He didn't expect Zella to know Brittany.

"Let's go."

Back in her room, Zella felt a chill in the air. Startled, she looked in Marcel's direction.

Marcel had arrived at some point, looking dashing in a dark shirt.

He held a dagger with a silver gleam that induced fear.

He didn't detest Zella, nor was he particularly fond of her.

But if she behaved, he didn't mind giving her some benefits.

He didn't push Zella away and silently accepted her touch, "Don't do this again."

His gaze fell on her arm. She shouldn't have been hurt. She should be a perfect work of art, displayed where he could always see her.

Zella thought he was showing concern and was overjoyed, "Marcel, I'll help you. I'll never leave you."

She wanted him to know how much she liked him.

Marcel reached out and patted her head as though petting a puppy, "Good girl."

Zella's eyes brightened. She carefully rubbed her cheek against his palm, as if all her grievances over the years had vanished.

Isaac wheeled Brittany back to the room, where the attending physician was already waiting.

With Brittany's help, Isaac got onto the bed. The doctor conducted the examination while Brittany waited on the side.

His injury was healing well, and he'd be out of the hospital in a few days.

Brittany saw the doctor out and came back to see Isaac buttoning up. She went over to help him, "It's a good thing you're healing well, or I would've been bored to death in this hospital."

Isaac was cheerful, "I heard you've taken on a big project recently?"