Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1082

But King didn't look at her. Instead, he hurried inside and bumped right into Isaac coming out. Isaac was about to call out when he was suddenly swept into a tight hug by King, who had crouched down to his level.

Isaac could barely breathe, feeling a pang of déjà vu from that one night. He had a terrible fever back then, feeling like he was on the brink of death, gasping for air. When he woke up, his dad was there, looking worn out and nearly in tears upon seeing him awake. Isaac, still young, didn't fully understand adult emotions, but he knew one thing-his dad was terrified of losing him. Just like he feared losing Mom. Now, as King held him so tightly it felt like his bones might break, Isaac said nothing, just wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. King, overwhelmed with panic, felt completely drained. But seeing his son still there was like a lifeline, slowly bringing his strength back. Isaac was about to say something, but the next moment, he found himself pressed against King's chest, with a hand smacking his bottom.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Tears welled up in Isaac's eyes from the pain. "Daddy, it hurts! You're mean."

King took a deep breath, lifting him up and standing. "Who told you to wander off? Haven't I taught you not to talk to strangers? I told you all women are deceivers, why won't you listen!"

Isaac, still hurting from the spanking, sobbed in his arms, not wanting to respond. His stubborn streak was so much like Brielle's. King, about to spank him again, heard Brielle's voice from behind.

taking it out on

looked pale, with blood staining her arm. Hearing King scolding the child, she realized something

silent, his gaze falling on her injured arm. The wound wasn't severe but had bled a lot. With Isaac whimpering in his embrace, he couldn't put him down, so he held Isaac with one arm and grasped Brielle's wrist with the other, leading her outside. Brielle tried to pull away but couldn't. Isaac, biting his lip and laying on King's shoulder, close to Brielle, couldn't help but look up at her. Their eyes met briefly, both slightly

his long

long forgotten her. Neither King nor

Wretch! Wretch! She wished she could cast all the world's most venomous curses

"Ugh!"

phone to post on her social media back home. Max already had a child! His true affection wasn't for Brielle at all! No sooner had she posted this message than she wanted to say more vicious words

she about to fall? Was

grasp to the other side. Alivia sereamed, clutching the seat for dear life, not daring to let go or reach for her phone again.