The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 665

For the next while, Brittany's plate would be full. Not only did she need to look after Daniel, but also had to deal with countless dinner meetings.

The pressure from the Industrial and Commercial Bureau was through the roof, and the coppers were also breathing down their necks.

Word was that they had found a witness, and if the Dustin Group got sued, all the blood, sweat, and tears of these years would be down the drain.

At yet another dinner meeting, Brittany got totally hammered again and needed her assistant to hold her up as they left the restaurant.

Brittany crumpled into the back seat of the car, puking her guts out. Her assistant looked on, upset, "Ms. Dustin, are you okay?"

Brittany just shook her head, indicating she was fine.

Her assistant sighed, patted her on the back, helped her sit up, and got her home.

Back home, Brittany collapsed on the couch and drifted off into a daze.

No one noticed, all night.

Not until the next day, when the nanny came, did she find Brittany still sprawled on the couch, burning up.

The nanny freaked out, immediately called an ambulance, and got Brittany to the hospital.

She was running a fever of forty degrees, almost cooking her brain.

The doctor urgently treated her, brought down her temperature, and only then breathed a sigh of relief.

Isaac got the news, rushed to the hospital, and seeing her so weak, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Nathan, you handle the Dustin Group's stuff," he said.

He'd been waiting for Brittany to give in, but never expected that.

She had always been stubborn, but that time it was off the charts.

After Nathan left, Isaac sat by the window, quietly watching the world outside.

When Brittany woke up, she felt like she'd been hit by a truck.

Isaac poured her a cup of water, helped her sit up, and said, "Drink this."

Brittany didn't ask why he was there. She just took a sip and leaned against the head of the bed. Her voice was hoarse, and she was unable to speak.

"You really shouldn't talk right now," Isaac said as he put down the cup, "I'll take care of the Dustin Group's stuff; you just rest."

Brittany managed a weak smile and said, "I didn't ask for your help."

"I know."