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.”

noticing Max’s unusual vulnerability. Neither wanted to say

it carefully to Max. After a

the signal for

of color in Max’s lips. “Are you sure your don’t need the hospital? Who gets discharged

the hospital now, Max.

then stood up, heading upstairs. “I’ll

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but with Max’s dismissal clear, Andrew couldn’t glue himself to the

colder than before, doesn’t he?

eyebrows shot up in

ever the chatterbox, scoffed, “Your sister said so. Max woke up with amnesia, leaving Brielle in the

gaze to Patrick,

ever. “I am not at liberty to discuss Mr.

was still a closed book.

Brielle or not, it makes no difference to us.

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

Andrew drove off

Patrick. Hewas the very image of composure, neither too humble nor arrogant–truly Max’s man.

himself and got into his

Max, who had just finished showering, droplets of water trickling down from

“Yes.”

window. “How much longer before everything is settled?”