Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 344

Martha’s emotions surged again, and she threw back the covers, poised to leap out of bed. Max. held her firmly in place and pressed the call bell beside the bed.

The doctor hurried in with a sedative and administered a shot.

Max looked at his gaunt mother, his face betraying little emotion. Only after the sedative had taken effect did he turn to the doctor. “When do we start with the new medication?”

“In three days at the latest. For now, we have to rely on sedatives to keep her under control. When she gets agitated, she becomes aggressive and hostile to everything around her. This isn’t just a simple case of mental illness. Maybe we should try to find the root cause.”

What was the root cause? Max racked his brain. Martha’s moods had always been volatile, but what could be the trigger? The Dorsey family had skeletons in their closet, but which one was coming back to haunt them now?

He frowned, and his hand automatically moved to massage his temple.

The doctor gestured upstairs. “Max, you should get some rest, too. Dinner will be prepared downstairs later, and I’ll come up to get you.”

He nodded and then glanced at Alivia.

Of course, Alivia wanted to stay, but before she could voice her desire, Max asked, “Are there other rooms.on the ground floor?” He didn’t even want her on the same floor as him.

to leave such an intimate mark on Max. Her chest trembled with suppressed emotion, and her hand clenched slowly, yet her voice remained steady. “Yes, there is one

herself. She perched by the window, her

distant with her, but she never minded. She wanted Max, If Max returned her affections, all would be well. But if his heart lay elsewhere, it didn’t matter. As long as she

A scenario Alivia had never even considered. In

stories about Max’s childhood, how he rarely smiled, how he might have starved in the attic had no one brought him breakfast. Once, due to a servant’s

What kind of child didn’t cry out when hungry?

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who could be so indifferent to himself, ever show warmth to others? So, she believed

that were true, how could he let someone else leave

return home to

Alivia gazed out the window at the garden, designed by a renowned landscape architect.

a flash of malice in her

her phone, she hesitated, then dialed Spencer. She knew Spencer well because they grew

encounters. He didn’t care about anything else. The suspicion gnawed at him, a