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?"

he briefly met Brodie's gaze

hadn't been trying to force my hand,

was to blame, it was Michael for being so ruthless. Michael valued financial wizards, and Brodie, who was all

to the table. After a moment,

stronger than

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

he knew how to protect those who

father. It's pointless now. Do whatever you want; I really don't

always unflappable, no matter the situation. If it weren't for his father's cruelty

let the others in the

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 delve into the fate of the other Dorseys. Even without his urging, Max would not cause too much bloodshed within

and mother, I would've left the Dorsey family