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.

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

at how easily she reached

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

Brielle might have been taking those pills. She must’ve known they were harmful to

the risks and still not asking him to take precautions, that was what infuriated him

slammed on the gas. His brows furrowed in frustration, just as Michael called to ask. where he was. “Max, get back to the Dorsey estate; we need to deal with that kid’s

as well go to the Dorsey estate

Dorsey family had assembled in the living room at the Dorsey estate, save

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tense, with no one daring to speak before Michael had

wasn’t enough.

and hanged

“Bangl

suppressed it. Michael had also put pressure on the police and was trying to

atmosphere, a woman knelt in the center of the room, clutching a child, barely a year old, to her chest. The paternity