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.”

he had.

“Live well, Bri.”

well. The first time was years ago when Julian had

Live well.

emergency room, and how Brielle wished

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

in a futile attempt to warm it, but the hand just got colder,

his hand. The little warmth she could muster was like breath on a block of ice,

Julian was gone.

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

her aid, draping a

lips clenched, unable

take a moment to grieve, but we’ll need to make arrangements for the

who had collapsed on the