Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 993

Brielle was the life of the dinner party, eagerly dishing out heaping servings of homemade stew to Max and the others. Her lips curved into a proud smile as Max complimented her on her culinary skills. "Next time, I'll cook you up another batch." Aubree couldn't sit still any longer, nor could she bear to watch. As Brielle tidied up in the kitchen, Aubree grabbed Ramey's arm and dragged him to the front door. "Isn't there something we can do?" she almost shouted, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ramey, looking just as exhausted, massaged his temples. "Unless Max comes back."

But how could he? How could someone who's gone return?

Aubree was frantic. "Maybe we should call the Lynch family, have them take her away. I can't stand this anymore. My heart aches. If I had known it would come to this, I would never have let them get so close."

She paced in distress, clearly on the verge of collapse. Ramey relented. Brielle's condition was beyond what he could manage. Maybe it was time to let the Lynch family step in. With family by her side, perhaps she'd start to heal instead of clinging to the memory of someone who wasn't there.

As they discussed what to do, Brielle opened the door, her arms wrapped around thin air, looking puzzled. "What's going on? Did the stew not sit right with you?"

and Ramey off guard, just outside the living room. Aubree asked, "Where

told me we lost the ones we had, and I need to get a new set." Her face lit up with

happen. If she went to the mall and started talking to the air, the sales staff would probably call the

adamant. "No, I want

avail. They watched helplessly as Brielle got into the car. With

they passed a hospital, Aubree clutched her stomach dramatically. "Oh, my stomach is killing me. We might need to stop at the hospital

accompany her friend in need, setting aside her ring shopping. Yet she was uneasy about leaving Max, fearing he might disappear

bringing Max along, and

Michael. This wasn't the

looked utterly defeated

as though he wanted to tear her apart, but age had taken its toll, leaving him incapable

Michael, her expression turning cold. Michael coughed, his head drooping. "I've lost everything.