Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 855

Desiree held onto a lace handkerchief, looking a bit under the weather. Despite this, she shook her head and managed a faint smile at Annie.

Annie kept one hand behind her back, gripping a dagger, her face showing nothing but innocent cheerfulness.

"Make sure you rest up, dear. Godfather's been swamped with his new project and hasn't had the chance to visit, but you're not holding it against him, are you?" Desiree's voice was weak but carried a touch of elegance. "He's got a lot on his plate too."

Annie lowered her lashes. "I'll check what the kitchen cooked up today."

"Sasha, I'd like to be alone for the rest of the afternoon. No visitors."

"Of course, Grandma. I'll let everyone know."

Once Annie left and gently closed the door, she turned to the nearby guard. "Did anyone else come in earlier?"

head. "Today, you were the

with doubt.

"Cough, cough."

her handkerchief to dab at the corners of her mouth. Her aged hand patted

"Come out now."

bed, her gaze meeting Desiree's kind eyes. Sunlight streamed into the room through the open window. She hadn't used the

there to monitor Desiree but to be at her beck and call. When Brielle first arrived, Desiree merely

closed her eyes. "You and

Technically, it was Annie who resembled the

resembled her too

a Lynch by blood, her appearance seemed to inoculate the Lynch family against the resemblance - there are plenty

reason the powers that be hadn't let Annie assume the identity of the Lynch daughter outright could be that the Lynches weren't easily, fooled. With so many in the family particularly one close to Raymond, a renowned doctor, it was hard to pull the wool over their eyes. So Annie was placed in the open as a reminder

resemblance doesn't prove lineage.

even more resemblance to the Lynch family Brielle's features weren't an exact match for anyone in particular; she was a blend of two people Annie had been deliberately brought closer to the Lynches in appearance, and Brielle