Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle stood solemnly, her face a mask of consternation. She followed a group of doctors to where Martha was being treated.

Martha was quickly wheeled into the emergency room. Her body was weak from the medication, and the grim expressions on the doctors' faces did nothing to ease Brielle's growing sense of dread. The lights of the emergency room flickered on. All the doctors present were top international experts. Now tasked with Martha's care, they were well-equipped for the urgent surgery at hand. Half an hour later, Michael walked slowly with the support of a group of people.

Brielle stood up hastily, ready to explain the situation, but Michael raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "If anything happens to Martha, I'll make sure you and your whole family pay for it!" Brielle's cheek stung from the impact, a wave of pain washing over her. She frowned, her response was measured but icy. "Michael, I have no ties to the Fox family."

"Are you denying that the man responsible for Martha's condition is not your legal brother?"

Silenced by his accusation, Brielle had no retort. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, a ripple of emotion crossing her eyes.

Michael, leaning on his cane, wore a stormy expression. "You better pray she makes it."

The other members of the Dorsey family, including Victoria, trailed behind him. Victoria's gaze on Brielle was complex.

Michael took a seat, waiting for news from the emergency room in tense silence.

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the situation. But Martha was his wife, at least in

hallway, their eyes on Brielle as

lips and

Victoria grabbing at

look in his eyes said

and now with the head trauma and excessive

"vegetative" hung heavy in the air, stifling

shock,

took a deep breath and instructed someone nearby. "Inform the police to

Dig up every dirty. secret of the Kingston couple and

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