Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1094

The woman just knelt there, seeming deaf to his voice.

King let out a mocking chuckle, spinning a dagger around his finger, but it was Joseph, standing behind him, who chose that moment to speak up. "Sir, she's made up her mind to die. If she cut out her own tongue, there's nothing we can do now."

Joseph was the only one bold enough to interrupt King when he was giving orders. During King's absences from the castle, it was Joseph who had taken care of Isaac's meals three times a day. If Joseph had wanted to betray him, he could have used Isaac as leverage long ago. Back then, King was desperate, willing to give in to any threat just to keep Isaac alive.

He didn't want to dwell on the memories of Isaac's birth-it was too brutal. Finding the crying baby in a dumpster left him speechless. He held the child tightly, feeling like his chest was being torn apart, unable to think of anything else.

It was then he realized just how much Brielle despised him. But what had he done to hurt her so badly? He had only wanted her to stay.

That week, he remained silent, stationed by the hospital bed in protective gear, watching doctors perform emergency procedures on Joseph. He couldn't let go of the baby's hand, as if letting go would mean losing the child for good. He didn't visit Brielle, who was likely still in the labor room, under the care of his people. He was too cowardly to face her, each breath a painful effort.

to live either. Time seemed to stand still until he heard the baby's cry. He didn't dare hold the child, merely tickling the

he collapsed. Before losing consciousness, he told Joseph, "Let her go, but if she wishes to stay..." But he knew there was no "if." Her treatment of this little life clearly showed her immense hatred for him. "Joseph, arrange for her departure." After uttering those words, he couldn't hold on any longer

discovering his existence. His days were too occupied for sickness. Yet, this time was different;

been caring for him this month." Near the floor-to-ceiling window stood a crib where

the Sanchez family,

family head: He was bullied and tasked with caring for the offspring of various lovers, a role

for him to be alive. Yet, the pain was overwhelming, and for a moment, he even wished Max hadn't awakened during that month. Was his emotional turmoil so

no significant worries. After her departure, no pain seemed worth

meet his gaze. "Furthermore, entering this castle without your permission, I'm

Joseph was undeniably handsome,

Sanchez family. In North