Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 479

The atmosphere in the car was as tense as a boardroom meeting gone wrong, and Andrew was itching for the sedan to make a beeline to the hospital already.

But as the vehicle sprang to life, Max spoke up. “Patrick, take us to the Premier Palace,” he commanded.

Patrick, not one to cross Max, simply nodded.

Andrew, incredulously whipping his head around, blurted out, “Are you out of your mind? You’re coughing up blood and want to go to the Premier Palace?!”

“Cough, cough, cough.”

No sooner had Andrew finished his rant than Max started coughing again, hison

turning a shade paler.

Andrew clamped his mouth shut, grinding his teeth in frustration, and finally let out a resigned sigh. Fine, the Premier Palace had its own private doctors, which was a heck of a lot better. than staying cooped up in the office working overtime.

They reached the Premier Palace in no time, where a private physician was already waiting.

Max stepped out of the car and was promptly whisked away for a thorough check–up. The rest of the group in the living room wore grave expressions, dreading the doctor’s verdict.

The doctor was on edge, too, understanding that coughing up blood wasn’t a trivial matter; any serious diagnosis could throw the Dorsey family into disarray.

After the examination, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just acute stress,” he said. “Rest up, and take a couple of days off from the office. Stay home and recuperate.”

eyes closed, didn’t respond. Andrew and Kenzo exchanged glances, noticing Max’s unusual vulnerability. Neither wanted to say anything that might agitate him

tea and handed it carefully to Max. After a couple of sips,

the signal for everyone to

Max’s lips. “Are you sure your don’t need the hospital?

agreement. “Yeah, let’s head to the

then stood

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dismissal clear, Andrew couldn’t

even colder than before, doesn’t he? Is

the mention of Brielle, Kenzo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Forgot Brielle?”

with amnesia, leaving Brielle in the dark. I reckon it’s true; he’s less

their questioning gaze to Patrick, who was trailing

his answer watertight as ever. “I am not at liberty to discuss

these years, Max’s assistant was still a

whether he forgot Brielle or not, it makes no difference to us. Patrick, just make sure he takes care of himself. If anything goes awry, Beaconsfield will have quite the stir.” Andrew

respectful. “Mr. Clements, rest assured, I will take good

a nod, Andrew drove off in his

moment, eyeing Patrick. Hewas the very image of composure, neither too humble nor

himself and got into his car, driving away.

of water trickling down from his hair.

“Yes.”

to the window. “How much longer before