Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brodie rested his hands on the arms of his wheelchair.

"I heard she's not going to be able to keep the baby."

"Yeah, someone fed her birth control pills for three years without her knowing."

Brodie didn't need to be told; he knew this had Michael's fingerprints all over it. His father was a master of dirty tricks. Otherwise, Max wouldn't have ended up addicted to drugs.

"If you want Dorsey International, Brodie, I can make it yours."

Brodie glanced down at his legs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips.

"You don't really think what happened to my legs is your fault, do you?"

eyes were calm as he briefly met Brodie's gaze before

trying to force my hand,

was Michael for being so ruthless. Michael valued financial wizards, and Brodie, who was all about pharmaceutical research, even with his early success, was just a nice addition to the

drifting to the table.

stronger than

and that drove his girlfriend away. She had promised to stand by him as they climbed out of that low point together. But he couldn't handle the blow and kept lashing out at her, pushing her away. Brodie had resented Max, just as he said, there was indeed a causal link. But in truth, it was Michael who was to blame, yet Brodie couldn't muster any hatred. It wasn't that he was saintly, but after hiding away for so many years, his initial rage had faded. Even if Michael were to shoot him again now, all Brodie would feel was a sense of powerlessness. Unless

stronger; he knew how

It's pointless now.

prevail. Max was always unflappable, no matter the situation. If it weren't

least, let the others

said those words, he felt a deep sense of guilt toward Max. anyone in the Dorsey family had heart, it was Max.

for you and mother, I would've left the Dorsey