Three days later, the test results showed Brielle was stable, at least for now. The doctor wheeled her into a regular ward, and for the first time in days, Max felt the tension in his body start to ease. But then came the pounding headache and the all-over ache that made him feel like he'd been hit by a truck.

Blinking to clear the sting from his tired eyes, he dragged himself to the ward. Seeing Brielle's pale face lying there, all his previous pain seemed like nothing compared to the gut-wrenching agony he felt now.

Patrick walked in and saw Max looking like he'd been through hell-bloodshot eyes, stubble on his chin, and his hand gripping Brielle's like he'd never let go.

"Any updates?" Max asked, his voice tight, still gently rubbing Brielle's hand.

Patrick hesitated before finally whispering, "It was Mrs. Barnes. She kept you busy that night and sent someone to mess with Ms. Brielle, so..."

The Barnes family was deeply intertwined with the Dorsey family. Max was friends with Kenzo, so even though Mrs. Barnes had crossed a line, retaliating against the Barnes family would be a big deal. Patrick's mind was a whirl of concerns, but then Max asked, "What about Alivia?"

Brielle's palm, trying to use her touch to chase away the loathing gnawing at

two had, well, 'sealed the deal,' and she hoped your father would bless your union. She even said you got a little too friendly after a few drinks. He

sheer force of Max's silent fury. Max's anger was always quiet, like now, as he calmly picked up a nail

had been diligently cleaning cher hands these past few days. Her palm was much smaller than his,

his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a thousand thorns, each one digging deeper into

he finished, he wrapped the clippings in a tissue and tossed them in the trash. His eyes were dark and intense, a cold air around him that felt like it

that Alivia and Kenzo aren't actually Barnes family children. Let the Barnes family deal with that

ruin the Barnes family. Patrick thought he might be hearing things, his body cold with shock. But if Max said it,

with a handkerchief. Her hands were clean enough, but to Max, they were

wanted to scrub away the scent of blood, but he couldn't

dark, filled with a brooding intensity. He couldn't bear

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