Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 434

Brielle gazed at the familiar scenery outside Pearl Estate and turned to him. Her words were caught in her throat as he bluntly said, “Get out.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened the door and stepped out. The moment the car door closed behind her, the vehicle was already speeding away. She watched the taillights vanish into the distance and raised a hand to massage her temples.

To Max, it probably seemed like she could say no to Martha; Brielle was never one to take things lying down. But there she was, about to swallow those pills when he caught her red–handed.

Brielle was touched that Max had snatched the pills from her lips, but the more touched she was, the more powerless she felt. What was she to do? Tell Max about the pregnancy, and then what? Have him confront Martha?

Martha had already made her threats clear: it would be either her or no baby. If Martha ever found out about the child, she would force Brielle to terminate the pregnancy.

Brielle’s mind was a whirlwind of chaos. For a fleeting moment, she even considered leaving Beaconsfield and taking the life growing inside her someplace else. She would have the baby first and figure out the rest later.

But what about Max?

She was greedy, wanting both the child and Max.

road. He had been too harsh with. Brielle, especially considering she had no

angry at her attitude, at how easily she reached for those pills.

knew the risks; without precautions, a pregnancy could happen at any time. Since leaving the clinic, his mind had been foggy. To him, a child wasn’t a big deal. If it were Brielle’s, it would probably be adorable,

that during all their intimate moments, Brielle might have been taking those pills. She must’ve known they were harmful to her

still not asking him to take precautions, that

Michael called to ask. where he was. “Max, get back to the Dorsey estate; we need to deal with that kid’s issue.” He was talking about

deepened. His mind was already in turmoil; he might as well go to the Dorsey estate and

the living room at

11:46

seldom present. The atmosphere was tense, with no one daring to

looked miserable, divinusly having been disciplined, but it wasn’t enough. The chilers situation had to

at the head of the room and hanged his hand on

“Bangl

become town gossip if Michael hadn’t firmly suppressed it. Michael had also put pressure on

clutching a child, barely