Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 279

The hatred was like lava, scalding Brielle’s heart until it trembled. She feared Cameron might take another drastic measure, but he merely gazed at her with profound intensity, barely clinging to his sanity.

“Lillian’s lost three fingers, Brielle. If you want Grandpa to live out his days in peace, you’ll tell Max to back off. Lillian should be out of the station by now. Three fingers should suffice to quench your grudge, right? If I don’t get your call by six tonight, I’ll pay Grandpa a visit.

With that, he followed the doctor who had entered, helping Miranda as they left.

The moment the hospital door shut, Aubree retched again, her face deathly pale. “Were those really Lillian’s fingers?”

Brielle leaned back against her pillow, her voice calm. “Yeah.”

This was Aubree’s first brush with such a scene, her stomach churning with acid, feeling as if her very teeth were souring. “Bri, Max couldn’t have done this, could he?”

“No, it wasn’t him.”

Maybe Max had another side to him, but he’d never present such a gruesome gift.

Lillian? Her head throbbed with the effort of thinking, but no clear leads emerged.

into the trash can. “Could it be someone. else from the Dorsey family trying to

served them no benefit. Besides, Ryan

“I don’t know.”

fingers still lingering in her mind. And now. with Cameron’s threat, should she really contact Max and

and through. The downfall of the Haywood family would surely affect him. Julian

was torn, feeling as though something was

take this the wrong way, but while Julian’s been good to you, you’ve been just as good to him as well. He’s the Haywood’s responsibility, not yours. They have no right to use him to manipulate you. Think about all the hurt they’ve inflicted on you. Can you really let it go just like that? If Max really took action for you, and you tell him to stop, what does that make him? Weigh it out. I’ll come and check

survive in the cutthroat circles of Beaconsfield, you had to

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more you discarded, the higher you rose. Those who couldn’t let

to be shackled by the

of the most

both had become leverage against

glanced down at her

pinched at the vital point. The image of those three fingers haunted