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

photos. One showed a red handprint on Spencer’s cheek, another a dagger

stopped by Michael emerging from the room. “Max’s awake. Patrick, he wants a word with you. William, Ryan, your

leaving Victoria awkwardly standing in

she was waiting for someone, and let out a curt huff. Victoria tried to mask her unease, and quickly offered an excuse. “Dad, Everett’s

knows all about you two. If it weren’t for your constant protection, he wouldn’t have lasted this long. Victoria, you

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hanging by her side, clenched

Max had already propped himself

behind him and then stood

feigned concern with a few perfunctory words: they wouldn’t mind if Max was out of

the facade, pressed on. “Max, have you had your blood checked? Are you certain it’s just exhaustion?”

The Dorsey clan was rife with infighting, and at the heart of it, the main family was a nest

minor squabbles slide, but should it escalate to a matter of life and death, that was

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

I find