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?"

briefly met Brodie's gaze before looking

hadn't been trying to force my hand, your

the golden boy, had been dragged down by him. If anyone was to blame, it was Michael for being so ruthless. Michael valued financial wizards, and Brodie, who was all about pharmaceutical research, even with his early success, was

eyes drifting to the table. After a moment, he

stronger than

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

how to

advise you not to burn bridges with our father. It's pointless now. Do whatever you want; I really don't

no matter the situation. If it weren't for his father's cruelty toward Brielle, Max probably wouldn't have taken

others in the Dorsey

of the Dorsey family wouldn't survive. But as soon as Brodie said those words, he felt a deep sense of guilt toward Max. anyone in the Dorsey family had heart, it was Max. Or rather, he was the one least inclined to

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

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