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.

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

signal for everyone to leave.

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

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

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

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Max’s dismissal clear, Andrew couldn’t glue

him! Feels even colder than before, doesn’t

shot up in surprise. “Forgot Brielle?” he queried.

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

to Patrick, who was trailing behind.

ever. “I am not at liberty to

assistant was still

out of Patrick, Andrew hopped into his convertible, ready to speed away. “Regardless of whether he forgot Brielle or not, it makes no difference to us. Patrick, just make sure he takes care of himself. If

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

Andrew drove off in

stood for a moment, eyeing Patrick. Hewas the very image of composure, neither too humble

chuckled to himself and got into his

finished showering, droplets of water trickling down from his hair.

“Yes.”

window. “How much longer before everything is

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