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.

leave such an intimate mark on Max. Her chest trembled with suppressed emotion, and her hand

compose herself. She perched

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 tied him to her, there would be ample time to erase

never even considered. In her mind, Max was incapable

in the attic had no one brought him breakfast. Once, due to a servant’s negligence, Max went without food for two days and lost a

didn’t cry out when hungry? Was he really prepared to starve in the attic?

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terrifying. How could a man who could be so indifferent to himself, ever

could he

bite mark would haunt Alivia’s nightmares. She was desperate to return home to

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

purple flowers – irises. Her expression darkened, a flash of malice in her eyes. She hoped it

Spencer. She knew Spencer well because

with finding evidence of Brielle and Max’s secret encounters. He didn’t care about anything else. The