Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 576

Max’s gaze was cast downward. His pale lips were pursed lightly, and his features were seemingly gentle yet edged with a sharp chill.

Ever since his earliest memories, his mother had been strict with him, a level of strictness that would have seemed almost twisted in other households of Beaconsfield. But it was in his nature not to be bothered by it, and he never held any resentment towards Martha.

Martha had utterly neglected her daughter Victoria, leaving Victoria to her own devices to the point that she hadn’t once asked for Victoria to visit her at the sanatorium throughout the

years.

Victoria had indeed never visited.

Martha cared about whether Max could secure his place as the heir and Max himself. So, what had devastated her back then must have been related to either of these concerns.

When his father had pushed him into the heir’s position at the age of ten, Martha’s health began to decline, and Max wondered what hidden turmoil had beset her.

Outsiders speculated that Michael was too ruthless, intentionally sending Max, the youngest son, to his doom and causing Martha to collapse under the strain.

not so simple. He had people investigate

if you have the time, try to visit more often,” the doctor said after discussing the new medication’s side effects and the urgency of stabilizing Martha’s

melancholic and nodded slowly after hearing the

glanced through the window at Martha, who had finally calmed down and was lying in bed, attended to

was part of the cause. Alivia had previously pinned the blame for a lost child on Martha, and if stirring trouble between her and Max served

do it.

him right away. After all, Alivia had cared for Martha

but he likely never

die. She tried to control Max’s life, first by wanting him to become the Dorsey family’s heir and then by hoping he’d marry

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and stepped inside. Martha was just coming to, and upon seeing him, her mood became agitated.

“Mother,”

phone that you’re with Brielle? You clearly don’t care about me at all, so there’s no need for

doorframe, and the fragments scattered