Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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The nurse in front of her slowly turned, her eyes just about to land on the vase Lillian was holding.

Lillian snapped back to reality. There were still people at the door. Even if she could silence this nurse, the people outside would hear the commotion. Reluctantly, she set the vase down without a sound.

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and another nurse walked in. “Has Ms. Brielle been given her medication? Everyone out now. Let her rest properly.”

The new nurse, noticing the other people in the room, frowned deeply. “Ms. Brielle is not accepting visitors at this time.”

She was more cautious than the rest, her eyes scrutinizing Lillian. A woman with her face hidden–who could tell what she was up to, sneaking in for a visit in the dead of night?

Lillian abandoned the thought of suffocating Brielle right there and then. A new idea had taken root in her mind. If she succeeded, Brielle would live, but in far greater agony.

Under the nurse’s watchful eye, Lillian left the room.

as she made sure Brielle was alright before she finally

eyes were ablaze with fury, but she forced herself to cool down. She had to focus on the next phase of her plan. She walked down

outside, and inside,

Lillian realized this, the deeper her hatred grew. She was

of a day when they might talk things over calmly. She had naively thought there

had been blind

the nurse’s words. Apparently, the two were in a cold war. Perfect. It was as if the fate was conspiring to give her this

a message. [I’m at my old apartment waiting for you.

care about Brielle, you’ll come, won’t you?” She thought

who had brought her there. Relieved to see her safe, the men couldn’t help but urge. “Miss Lillian, you

the car, her face frosty.

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ask such a thing, but recalling her

filled it up,