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."

and his gaze was lost in the sanatorium's garden

badly and shattered quite a

never return to the Dorsey family homestead, indicating his rage. It was the fiercest Michael had ever been, especially regarding Max. Max rubbed his temples, the skin under his eyes tinged with

thoughts unreadable. Minutes later, a

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

primary contact of the orphanage, so

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

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

Patrick left, giving Max space

message. She wanted to speak

lay motionless, only her eyes able to move. Doctors had tried to move her fingers the previous

but Martha just stared at him with a mix of weakness

if a needle had pricked his heart. He reached out, taking Martha's

no response, instead closing her

his mouth to speak, looking

monitoring the data. "Max, your mother's condition is grave. We've examined her, and there's no sensation in her limbs. Even if she survives this critical period, she'll be

him for last words but to burden Max with a psychological