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.”

exchanged glances, noticing Max’s unusual vulnerability. Neither wanted to say

butler, came in with a cup of calming tea and handed it carefully

for everyone

of color in Max’s lips. “Are you sure your don’t need the hospital? Who gets discharged in three days with injuries like yours? What’s the rush?”

chimed in with his agreement. “Yeah, let’s head to the

it over them, and then stood

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

at him! Feels even colder than before, doesn’t he?

eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Forgot Brielle?”

“Your sister said so. Max woke up with amnesia, leaving Brielle in the dark. I reckon

men turned their questioning gaze to Patrick, who

ever. “I am not at liberty to

these years, Max’s assistant was still a closed book. No

no difference to us. Patrick, just make sure he takes care of himself. If anything goes awry, Beaconsfield

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

nod, Andrew drove off

a moment, eyeing Patrick. Hewas the very image of composure,

and got into his car, driving

out Max, who had just finished showering, droplets of water trickling down from his hair. “Have

“Yes.”

to the window. “How much