Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 852

Emma knew he couldn't remember, so she helped him settle into the recliner, deciding not to stress him out further.

"Just stay here. I'll be back in the afternoon. Here's some warm water, and the coal stove nearby will keep it from cooling down. Pour some into the cup and let it cool a bit before you drink." Emma placed everything within Dustin's easy reach, so he wouldn't have to move a muscle.

The village might have been humble, but the view from this spot was stunning-a landscape painted in shades of green, soothing on the eyes.

Once Dustin was settled, Emma picked up her basket and headed up the mountain again.

Dustin sat back in the recliner, hearing the harsh coughing coming from inside the house. He knew it was Emma's mother. He'd heard that her health had always been fragile, requiring her to drink loads of herbal remedies just to manage getting out of bed. Dustin was a patient himself, so the two hadn't met yet.

Leaning back, he squinted his eyes, intending to rest, but his thoughts drifted back to his search for his sister.

But who was she?

Just thinking about it sent a sharp pain through his head. His face went pale as he realized he had to take it easy and slowly calmed the emotions swirling inside him. Finding his sister seemed like an obsession, the most important task of his life. But for now, he needed to focus on getting better. At ten o'clock that evening...

organized. The desk was

This was Dustin's map of his efforts to find the lost princess, tracing the faintest

elusive; the Lynch family had clung to the slimmest clues, scouring many nations across Europe, Asia, and even the most remote corners of the

last entries

a thick red outline. After all, with the child lost

she might have encoutent

be anywhere

over the chalk marks, trembling slightly, not daring to touch. She returned to the desk, took a deep breath, and started searching through the documents. Dustin had been looking for his lost sister for years, and he certainly knew someone had been deliberately obstructing him. Had he compiled information

she was about to stand up, she heard

eyes widened, and

ducked behind a bookshelf,

so no one could

found

hid behind a shelf, crouching down so she couldn't