Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 442

Brielle awoke to a feeling of utter exhaustion, her body devoid of strength. She could hear voices outside her room, murmuring in hushed tones.

“The poor girl lost the baby. They forced some meds on her and did the D&C.”

“Wasn’t she out of it when she arrived? Why did they even need anesthesia?”

“They performed an appendectomy. If she had gotten here any later, that appendix would’ve done her in.”‘

“It’s a shame. So young, and now it’s going to be tough for her to get pregnant again.”

“High society is a minefield of drama, isn’t it? We can’t disobey Ms. Martha’s orders. If anyone’s to blame, it’s just her rotten luck.”

Lying there, staring at the stark white ceiling tiles, Brielle felt the pain not just in her body but spreading across her heart. She blinked her stinging eyes, trying to lift a finger to touch her surgical scars, but she was too drained, completely spent.

Why was being with Max so exhausting? What was so wrong about loving someone that an innocent life had to pay the price?

Biting her lip, she looked at the ceiling, tears silently trailing down her face.

complete. Back in their office, they couldn’t help but sigh. “When will we stop being a part

we can just walk away clean? It’s unfortunate for the girl, but if it weren’t for the appendectomy, she’d have realized soon enough that she hadn’t had a D&C. But now, with this surgery, she’ll need to rest. Considering she thought she was pregnant, she’ll assume it was a miscarriage. Isn’t that exactly what Mr. Dorsey wanted?”

dirty laundry could fill a whole laundromat.”

to recall unpleasant memories, their

tightly shut. Her mind was a blank void. Her body ached, and

strength to answer it until a nurse came in, holding up her phone.

open her eyes, Brielle could just make out the flashing name on the screen. It was

Brielle, do you want me

from not having sipped water since the night

me. Tell him

name? Send her a text saying if

state, felt a wave of guilt, but once you were part of this clinic, you couldn’t share its secrets with the outside world. So she did as Brielle asked, and after putting the phone down, she inquired if Brielle wanted

Brielle remembered Sydney being at

“Just a lady.”

have been Sydney,

closed her eyes slowly; she had no appetite. “Just give me a glucose IV. I don’t want to eat

setting up the IV before drawing