Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle stepped into the elevator. She couldn't feel any physical pain, only a sharp, unbearable agony radiating from her heart.

She even considered bending over to ease the pain clutching at her chest, but no matter what she did, she felt utterly powerless.

Her mind was a mess, and her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, each step a monumental effort.

She walked out numbly, and it wasn't until she reached the lobby that she pulled out her smartphone to call Patrick.

Patrick was in the midst of reaching out to Mark's relatives when he saw Brielle's incoming call. He hesitated to answer, knowing Max had said to keep this matter from Ms. Brielle for the time being.

Mark's ex-wife, the one who had left him a long time ago, was unreachable. No one knew where she had gone. So, Mark's body had been cremated in the meantime, but now there was no one to claim the ashes, leaving them temporarily stored at the hospital. When Patrick didn't answer, Brielle sent him a text message instead. [Mark has no other relatives. I'll take care of his funeral arrangements.]

Patrick's heart skipped a beat. Did Ms. Brielle find out?

He quickly called Max.

Max stood silently in the nursing home hallway upon hearing the news. After a long pause, his voice hoarse, he said, "Let her do it."

Patrick sent Brielle the address of where Mark's ashes were being

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been purchased long ago. He bought it himself over a decade ago. Additionally, he bought a small plot for a child from the orphanage who perished in a fire. He wanted his resting place to be next to the little one's, perhaps to

to say something, but it was as if her voice had been stripped

made arrangements with the cemetery for the burial the next

had no close family, and

near the place where Mark's ashes were stored and took the urn to

on the small smiling face on the nearby

the Fox family had all been sent to prison. The

James to continue suffering in prison, she would probably start having nightmares from

Everyone who crossed

grave was ready, and the staff

spring where everything was supposed to be coming to life, yet her heart felt as barren as winter, riddled with a thousand wounds. Who

the Dorsey family, or