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.

so simple. He had people investigate covertly, but they

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

and melancholic and nodded slowly after hearing the

had finally calmed down and

Martha’s condition, wondering if the news Alivia brought 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 Alivia’s purpose, she

do it.

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

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

together, Martha would rather die. She tried to control Max’s life, first by wanting him

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coming to, and upon seeing him, her mood became agitated. “What are you doing here?! I’d be better

“Mother,”

over the phone that you’re with

cup shattered against the doorframe, and the fragments scattered like shrapnel, a sound like the beginning