The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The Queen was livid, her frustration palpable in the tense air of the room.

"Bri, why don't you head out first?" Eltham suggested, hoping to ease the tension between Brittany and his mother. "Wait for me in the car, I'll be down shortly."

As Brittany turned to leave, the Queen's gaze followed her, critical and unyielding. After a moment, she turned to Eltham, disbelief coloring her tone. "Look at her, that's who you've chosen. Beyond her looks and her abilities, what does she have? She doesn't even have the decency to dress appropriately!"

"But you've acknowledged her beauty and talent," Eltham countered, trying to keep the peace.

The Queen was unimpressed. "It seems you're blinded by love!"

"I believe Bri is worth it," Eltham insisted, wiping a streak of blood from his forehead with a tissue. "You've said your piece. What more do you want?"

Taking a deep breath, the Queen shifted the topic. "What's this business with Caspian?"

"He's an ex," Eltham replied calmly. "I've known about him, and I've accepted it."

The Queen was visibly concerned. "What exactly do you see in Brittany?"

Eltham remained silent, prompting the Queen to eventually relent. "This scandal has blown up. If you can't handle it, it'll disgrace the royal family. The only way out is for both Caspian and Brittany to come forward, admitting they dated briefly but it's long over." "Caspian might not agree to that," Eltham pointed out.

"That's your problem to solve."

Meanwhile, Brittany, having

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requested a first aid kit with a ealm

demeanor that startled them into compliance.

"Ms. Lynette, we're so sorry. It was not our intention—"

Armed with the first aid kit, Brittany returned upstairs.

After about half an hour, Eltham emerged from the study, his forehead still bleeding. Brittany, concerned, offered him the first aid kit. "You should take care of that. No need for unnecessary scars.

Eltham was touched by her concern. "Are you worried about me?"

Brittany hesitated, then reluctantly agreed to help disinfect his wound. "I'm not a professional. If needed, we should see a doctor."

Eltham, however, insisted she do it. After carefully cleaning and bandaging the deep cut, Brittany urged him to visit the hospital for stitches. "Let's go together," Eltham suggested, and despite Brittany's reluctance, she found herself being escorted to his car.

At the hospital, Brittany decided to

step out of the treatment room, feeling uneasy about the sight of blood, especially with her pregnancy now more evident. fo

Taking a moment to herself, Brittany sent a message to Isaac, inquiring if he had seen the news. He didn't respond.