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.

He had

more often,” the doctor said after discussing the new medication’s side effects and the urgency of stabilizing Martha’s mood

stood looking cold and melancholic and nodded slowly

who had finally calmed down and was lying in bed, attended

previously pinned the blame for a lost child on Martha, and if stirring

do it.

knew that telling Max about Alivia’s potential manipulations wouldn’t convince him right away. After all, Alivia had cared for Martha for many

of some of Alivia’s true colors, but he likely never harbored

once told Brielle that if she and Max ended up together, Martha would rather 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 a woman the Dorsey

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stepped inside. Martha was just coming to, and upon seeing him, her mood became agitated. “What are you doing here?! I’d be better off dead than seeing you!”

“Mother,”

throw a bedside cup at him in rage. “Why did you tell me over the phone that you’re with Brielle? You clearly don’t care about me at all, so there’s no need for

scattered like shrapnel, a sound like the