Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 252

Kenzo stepped out of the ward room, catching sight of William and Ryan standing not too far off, deeply engrossed in a conversation. When they noticed him, smiles stretched across their faces.

“Kenzo, what did the old man talk to you about?”

Kenzo offered a small grin. “Just some trivial matters, nothing to fret over. Guys, I’ve got to run, so I’ll be off.” With a polite nod, he turned and made his way toward the staircase.

William and Ryan exchanged a glance, unsure of what Michael was really thinking.

Meanwhile, Victoria was seated to the side, brow furrowed as she texted furiously on her phone.

Ryan knew exactly who she was in touch with and couldn’t help but scoff. “After all these years, Everett’s still treating you like that. Your brother’s passed out and he can’t even be bothered to show up.”

Victoria’s expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Everett had always been a sore point for her, and no one was allowed to bring him up.

“Ryan,” she retorted sharply, “Everett’s swamped at work. As for Spencer, doesn’t he work at Dorsey International? Why isn’t he here checking on his own family?”

Mentioning Spencer brought to Ryan’s mind the kidnapping video. He had people track Spencer’s phone to Beaconsfield, but the exact location remained elusive. The kidnappers had only sent a video and hadn’t yet made their demands.

also couldn’t let himself be too vulnerable. Other than sending people out to search, he was left to wait for the kidnappers‘ next

with a new message: photos. One showed a red

the door, only to be stopped by Michael emerging from the room. “Max’s awake. Patrick, he

men addressed entered the room, leaving Victoria awkwardly standing in the hallway.

she was waiting for someone, and let out a curt huff. Victoria tried to mask her unease, and quickly

off. “The Dorsey family knows all about you two. If it weren’t for your constant protection, he wouldn’t have lasted this long. Victoria, you should

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clenched tightly, and she fell

had already propped himself up, though

behind him

a few perfunctory words: they wouldn’t

the facade, pressed on. “Max, have you had your blood checked?

suspicions of foul play. The Dorsey clan was rife with infighting, and at the heart of it, the main family was

but should it escalate to a matter of life and death, that was another

his eyes, his voice icy even toward his father. “Dad, I’m fine. I just need a few days” rest.

clear warning to all present. “If I find out that someone is behind this, I will definitely not spare them.”