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.

the bitter injustice of her situation. Because of her Fox family blood, she was being blamed for James' actions against

she couldn't refute it

eyes narrowed as he turned to Victoria. "Did you notify Max? Let him see what

Martha was his wife, at least in

the hallway, their eyes on Brielle as if she

her lips and kept

emerged, Victoria grabbing at him

eyes said it all. "The

excessive

hung heavy in the air,

in shock, her face

and instructed someone

the Kingston couple and make

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