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.

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

was the signal for

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

“Yeah, let’s head to the hospital now, Max. You look as pale as a

them, and then stood up, heading upstairs. “I’ll have

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clear, Andrew couldn’t glue himself to the spot and

even colder than before, doesn’t he? Is all this

Brielle, Kenzo’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

said so. Max woke up with amnesia, leaving Brielle in

men turned their questioning gaze to Patrick, who was trailing

watertight as ever. “I am not at liberty

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

Andrew hopped into his convertible, ready to speed away. “Regardless of whether he forgot Brielle or not, it makes no difference to us. Patrick,

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

Andrew drove off

image of composure, neither too

himself and got into

droplets of water trickling down from his hair. “Have

“Yes.”

the window. “How much longer before everything