Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 343

Max had never considered the possibility, primarily because Martha’s troubles had begun back home, within the borders of their own country.

The closer he got to the Dorsey family, the closer he inched toward trouble. It was a certainty that someone would try to leverage Martha’s situation to manipulate him. He would not stand

for it.

“Max, Aunt Martha surely wants to see you all the time, and it’s more convenient back home,” Alivia suggested, her shrewd intentions hidden beneath layers of concern as she pressed on.

Max turned, casting a glance at his mother lying quietly on the bed before letting out a soft sigh. “We’ll see.”

If it were indeed being isolated in a foreign land, without familiar faces to care for her, that had exacerbated the situation, he would consider bringing Martha back.

A flicker of excitement passed through Alivia’s eyes, and her lips curved into a subtle smile. She had tried to influence Max indirectly over the years, but he had never wavered. Perhaps the severity of the current situation was finally making him reconsider.

Max bowed his head, absent–mindedly touching the bracelet on his wrist. Noticing his action, Alivia felt a surge of warmth, and her attention sharpened as he asked her, “Alivia, are you not planning to stay at the overseas research institute anymore?”

Alivia was a clever woman. She had joined the institute partly because it was close to Martha’s nursing home and partly for the prestige.

her peers in Beaconsfield, she was the only one to have received an invitation. This distinction made her the object of widespread envy. Naturally, being in

now, her connections were vast enough. It was time to return and get engaged to Max

be the head,” she said with a note

tone was indifferent,

of disappointment but knew this was just Max being Max.

flowers. They were irises; their petals were shaped

this. He was always

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almost earthly.

view that captivated him? Nature did have a way

Max was still looking at the

he was too focused to be concerned with anything outside of it. Yet the sight of those flowers seemed to slow everything down.

“Cough, cough.”

familiar ceiling, she knew she had suffered another episode.