The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 904

Chapter 904 

Spectators gathered on the sidewalk, their murmurs floating in the air like a dubious chorus, none showing a real intent to step in. 

Brittany pulled over and got out to assess the situation. 

A bystander warned her, “Don’t get involved. It’s none of your business.” 

Brittany ignored the advice. 

Dialing 911, she then patiently waited for the ambulance to arrive. Following it to the hospital, she watched as the elderly lady was rushed into the emergency room. Not knowing her identity, Brittany fronted some cash for the stranger’s treatment and then left the medical center. 

Back at Bay Community, Isaac had just wrapped up a meeting. 

He was prepping dinner when she walked in. “Why are you so late?” 

“Just got held up on the road.” 

Brittany recounted her 

to Isaac. It wasn’t a hero complex; she simply couldn’t 

bear to see a life slip away so needlessly. Every time she saw an old person in trouble, she thought of her grandmother. If only someone had been there to lend a hand, her grandma might still be around. 

Isaac, well aware of the kindness in Brittany’s bones, encouraged her, “You did good.” 

At the Lynette residence, Holden returned home to find Saskia waiting for him. 

“Holden, you’re back.” 

“I heard the Joyners have agreed to call off the engagement?” 

“Yes, Ophelia demanded a hefty sum,” Saskia frowned. “I didn’t expect her to be so mercenary. Vincent made a small mistake, why is she being so heartless?” 

Vincent’s future marriage prospects now seemed grim. 

At Saskia’s words, Holden’s brow furrowed involuntarily. “Saskia, being unfaithful isn’t a small mistake.” 

Setting aside Ophelia’s pride and unwillingness to settle for less, Vincent’s behavior was unacceptable regardless. 

“But Vincent has been with her for so long.” 

“Which is all the more reason he should not marry Ophelia.” 

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Chapter 904 

Entering the kitchen and returning with a cup of coffee, Holden added, “Saskia, I know that you and Vincent are close, but he’s got Lynette blood, unlike us.” 

Even if Vincent committed the gravest of sins, he had the Lynette family to fall back on. They were different; they didn’t have the luxury of making mistakes. 

Saskia bit her tongue. “I understand.” 

“And stay out of Vincent’s business.” 

She nodded obediently. “Mom mentioned Dad is arranging blind dates for you. Are you…” 

“It doesn’t matter to me.” 

Holden was indifferent to marriage. Power and wealth were his true pursuits, not finding a life partner. 

To Saskia, it seemed her brother only had eyes for money and power, a perception she found distasteful. But they were all each other had, so she held her tongue. 

The phone rang in Holden’s room-it was from the hospital. 

“Mr. Lynette, your grandmother has been admitted. Can you come over?” 

Without hesitation, Holden rushed there as fast as he could. 

Abigail, the elderly lady who had raised him and Saskia as her own, smiled weakly upon seeing him. 

“Holden, I’m sorry for the trouble.” 

“How did you end up here?” 

They were orphans; their parents had never been known to them. Thankfully, their neighbor, a middle-aged widow named Abigail, had taken them in, showing them endle 

kindness.