Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 374

Brielle chose not to drive her own car to the hospital, fearing that her license plate might have been blasted online, turning her vehicle into a target for any fanatic who might take their rage out on the road.

The online world was still abuzz with speculation, and the thought of being rammed by an extremist if they caught wind of her car made her shudder.

Having learned where Simon was hospitalized, Brielle was ready to confront him. But since Sue’s collapse was all an act, the two sat idly in the hospital room.

Wary of the media circus waiting for an interview outside, Simon had Sue feign a state of utter distress. It seemed they were trapped in the hospital for the foreseeable future.

Sue sat on the hospital bed, a look of worry crossing her face.

“Honey, do you think we’ll really get our hands on a big sum? What if the guy’s just pulling our legs?” she voiced her concern.

Simon’s response was swift and harsh–a slap across her face.

“We’ve got ten million in the bank, for heaven’s sake! Enough with your nonsense! Get your act together, and don’t screw this up,” he snapped.

Sue’s cheeks reddened as she touched her face, tears welling up. “I’m just scared we won’t get the money. You know how ruthless those loan sharks can be. If anything happens to you, I don’t want to live either.”

Simon sneered. “It’s just eight million. We’ve already got ten, and we’ll clear that debt in no time. Dorsey International is loaded. We’ll milk them for another ten million easily. Then we can live the high life anywhere.”

Sue nodded, her hand instinctively moving to her stomach.

another child was

her for a younger woman,

nothing left

deep in thought, and irritation flickered across his

dump you? You should remember, I didn’t turn

man would have divorced you

nodded fervently, remembering her own fear of divorce after giving birth to a girl. But Simon had forgiven her, and she resolved to be unwaveringly

outside the room, Brielle listened in, and her brow

for Sue, but it was clear that even Sue saw

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a grave mistake.

was too ingrained to change; otherwise, Sue wouldn’t have neglected Sarah all those

Sue, but now her focus

but an extension of Simon,

too common, and society often painted these women as masochists who sought and enjoyed pain. Labeling these self–sacrificing, submissive women as “masochists” was a convenient but damaging shorthand. It excused the abuse, implying

abuse continued in the background.

drain, is gone, you’ve got to make me happy somehow after all these years of nothing to show

away from the underground casino?” Before she could finish, another slap landed on her face.

Even after I pay off the eight million in gambling debts, I’ll still have fun there. Stop nagging and focus on how we can bleed Dorsey International dry. Dealing