Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Martha had never been a fan of Brielle, but she'd never before stooped to hurling insults in broad daylight with such filthy abandon.

In that instant, Brielle's mind went blank. She hadn't expected someone of Martha's stature to sling mud like a fishwife, with every barb seeming designed to provoke.

Lost in thought over this, Brielle didn't notice until it was too late that James had already kicked out the chair Martha was sitting on.

With the staircase being so high, even if Brielle had thrown her body beneath Martha, it would've been too late. She couldn't match the speed of the fall.

All this wasn't apparent in the video. Slow was slow, and the video couldn't be scrubbed clean.

Max stopped the video with a cold detachment, feeling a restlessness spread through his chest.

Patrick stood by his side, had also seen the video, and recognized the problem: Ms. Brielle had really landed herself in hot water.

First, she was entangled with the Kingston family, and now, she was linked with Ms. Martha's injury.

For years, Max had gone out of his way to find doctors for Martha, sending her to a foreign sanatorium after his Wall Street stint.

Martha mattered to Max. She had given him life.

"Sir, Ms. Brielle has returned to the Premier Palace and asked to be kept informed of Ms. Martha's condition."

"Mm."

tone was noncommittal, and his gaze was lost

Michael blew up pretty badly and

fiercest Michael had ever

continued to stare outside, his thoughts unreadable. Minutes later, a chill flashed in his

into Sunflower Children's Home, and while you're at it, bring Mark

of the orphanage, so he'd

sent Mark away, but we've located him. I'll have someone

from the orphanage were lost, but perhaps Mark retained some memory. Only with his return could the mysteries be

Max space to rest-more events were sure

sent a message. She wanted to speak with Max. Max hastily prepared and headed for

had tried to move her fingers the previous night

but Martha just stared

felt as if a needle had

response, instead

to speak, looking

is grave. We've examined her, and there's no sensation in her limbs. Even if

for last words but to burden Max with a psychological weight. Having been injected with a drug the night before, Martha's mind was clear, temporarily free