Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 555

The chill emanating from Max’s presence intensified, and the throb in his head grew more severe. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was the aftermath of that car crash Pyan had orchestrated, the one that left his brain marred with a stubborn contusion. At the moment, all he could focus on was the pain that seemed almost unbearable.

He tossed his phone aside, deciding to shut out the world and its barrage of information, craving nothing but a moment of brief respite.

“Patrick.” He called out again, and Patrick, already alert to his boss‘ sour mood, hurried through the door.

“Sir?”

“Do we have any sleeping pills? Hand me one, will you?”

Patrick hesitated, a wave of memories bringing a bad taste to his mouth. “Right away, sir. Are you in pain?”

“Yeah, the doc mentioned the clot hasn’t cleared. No clue how long it will take.”

“Do you need me to get a doctor to check on you?”

“Later. I need to rest now.”

With no choice but to comply, Patrick fetched the sleeping pill and a cup of warm water. Leaving his phone in the study, Max headed to the master bedroom and succumbed to sleep.

Patrick waited outside, pondering for a moment before deciding to call Brielle.

hour traffic, her car crawled to a halt at a

to a woman’s voice on the other end, one that carried the weight of years. “Ms. Brielle, hello. I’m the new director of Sunflower Children’s Home. Today, a few children are set to be adopted, and the former director hoped you could come

of issues waiting for her.

“Ms. Brielle?”

nerves, she replied, “Alright, I’ll be there shortly. Am I needed to sign off

only one he truly trusts.”

next turn, heading toward

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Chapter 555

Home.

the one to see off Mark, she felt a responsibility to be there for the children at this moment. However, the timing of it all seemed too coincidental, as if the universe conspired to keep her from

run out of battery and shut down, leaving her in that modern–day panic model that came with a dead cell. She hadn’t even managed to send Max a soothing text. A mix

she tried to compose herself, and it wasn’t until she was greeted by the children’s beaming

The new director welcomed her at the doorway, showing utmost respect. “These

recognized a few familiar faces despite the change of address. The children saw her and cheerfully called

it’s been so long since you

where did Mark go?”

Both appeared to be from stable, happy homes, and she confidently signed the

remaining kids bid their farewells, and Brielle couldn’t help but remember

him! He’s here. Is he

“Yay!”