Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 283

Brielle felt as if her legs had turned to jelly, and her walking cane clattered to the floor with a sound that seemed to echo through the sterile silence of the hospital corridor. She could hardly make out what Miranda was babbling about; to her, everyone’s lips seemed to be moving in slow motion, like fish gasping for air on dry land.

Her eyes locked onto Julian as he was wheeled out, his gaunt face was ashen and lifeless. It was as if the scene jolted her back to reality, and she suddenly found the strength to walk over to the bedside. “Grandpa, can you hear me? It’s me, Bri.”

Julian clung to life by a thread, his eyes murky, reflecting the dim light like polluted water. At the sound of her voice, a faint spark of recognition flickered in him. “Bri…”

Tears streamed down Brielle’s cheeks as she took his hand, “Yes, it’s me.”

Julian struggled to sit up, but he was too exhausted. His lips parted with great effort, and after what seemed like an eternity, he whispered, “Money.”

But Brielle couldn’t understand. Tears blurred her vision as she leaned closer to catch his words.

“Money in the chest, for Bri.”

Hearing the word ‘dowry,‘ Brielle squeezed his hand tighter, “I understand, the money.”

relief passed over Julian’s face, as if this was the last unfinished business he had. His eyelids were heavy, fighting to stay open, but he

“Live well, Bri.”

the second time Julian had told her to live well. The first time was years ago when Julian had been rushed to the hospital after a fall.

Live well.

wished this time would be the same. But after those words. Julian gave

out, her eyes wide with shock, gripping his wrist in desperation. Julian’s warmth gradually faded, his eyes

Julian’s hand to her lips. breathing on it in a futile attempt to warm it, but the hand just got colder, more rigid, slipping.

again, rubbing her thumbs over the weathered back of his hand. The little

Julian was gone.

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her legs. She must be dreaming, a nightmare. she longed to awaken from.

doctors came to her aid, draping a white sheet over Julian’s

clenched, unable to

moment to grieve, but we’ll

doctor tried to comfort her and then turned to Miranda, who had collapsed on the floor, not out of grief,