The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1000

Brittany came down with a raging fever, and it was the butler who discovered her condition first.

The family doctor was immediately called.

Yuri frowned in concern. "How on earth did she get a fever all of a sudden?"

After administering an IV to Brittany, the doctor explained, "Ms. Lynette has been under a great deal of stress, her immune system is weakened, and catching a chill last night didn't help matters."

Yuri was aware that Brittany had been working tirelessly to prepare for the competition, but he hadn't realized her health had deteriorated this much.

"Alright, you can leave now," he said, and the medical team left the room.

Alone with his slumbering daughter, Yuri was struck by a wave of guilt. He was so eager to hand over the reins of the Lynette family to Brittany, but he had overlooked the fact that she was still recovering from a serious illness. This pressure could only wear her out further.

Brittany slept through the morning, and when she woke to see Yuri by her bedside, her instinct was to get up. "Dad?"

Yuri gently pushed her back down. "Don't move. You've been pushing yourself too hard. Take some time to rest."

He poured her a glass of warm water. "I wanted you to learn the ropes, not to pressure you into immediate results. In time, the Lynette legacy will be yours."

Brittany took a sip, her voice low. "Dad, I just want to do better."

She was aware of the discontent among the relatives of the Lynette family since her return. She was desperate to prove her worth and showcase her talents.

Yuri's heart ached for her; she had lost weight in just a few weeks. "Take it slow, sweetheart. I believe in you."

Despite her condition, Brittany insisted on going to work. Yuri couldn't stop her and reluctantly agreed.

Perhaps because of the recent layoffs, there had been a sea change at YULI. The staff no longer slacked off or left early. A competitive system had been put in place, and everyone was working hard.

Jared, looking at the transformed company, was not pleased. In fact, he was disgruntled. He never wanted YULI to prosper. He was content to draw a salary and clock out on time, not to work overtime preparing for competitions.