Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 441

The pain of an impending appendectomy was looming, but Brielle was already in agony. convinced that she was with child. Her refusal to take the prescribed birth control pills at the sanatorium was a testament to her fear of harming the unborn child.

Too bad, this woman would never bear a child.

Spencer, nearby, had caught on to Alivia’s plan. It was sinister and yet perfect. If they could make Brielle believe that she had lost the child, how could she ever face Max the same way

again?

At that moment, Spencer found Alivia terrifyingly ingenious. He turned to look at her, only to find her face still wearing a mask of gentleness. “I’m just talking nonsense. Maybe we should drop it,” she said.

Relief washed over Spencer, but the seed of a devastating idea had been planted. “We’ll do as you suggested,” he said, already plotting. “But on whom shall we pin the blame for the loss of the child?”

Who could they make Brielle hate enough to maximize her suffering and drive a wedge between her and Max?

Alivia lowered her gaze, knowing it couldn’t be Max himself. Their relationship was at a critical point, and any heart–to–heart could unravel the devious plan.

Brielle would be cornered and unable to take her grievance to Max without risking the delicate balance between

lips curled into a sly smile. “Why not blame Auntie Martha?

A brilliant opportunity.

with malicious glee.

scheming. Her pain was persistent and seemingly endless until

no longer necessary. Spencer, however, couldn’t leave Brielle’s side, now realizing her pallor was due to an inflamed appendix. He paced outside

thought of Max’s wrath if he knew Spencer was

Spencer shot up from his seat. Hadn’t Sydney been tasked with deterring Max? How had he still

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time. [Out to dinner, feeling a bit

this, Max naturally retrieved his keys and

side dishes from breakfast were still on the table. Having been up all night, Max was exhausted and settled onto the couch, resting with eyes closed. He regretted leaving Brielle alone the night before. Some things, he realized, could only be resolved face–to–face, and sometimes, a hug was more potent than any words could ever

scent, he found a sense

was