Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1117

Inside the castle, Brielle felt a sudden urge to rummage through the cabinet for a first aid kit.

"This place has been deserted for ages. Any medicine in there is probably expired," King said, breaking her train of thought.

"Then I'll call a doctor over," Brielle suggested.

King wasn't a fan of outsiders in his domain, but he knew that rejecting medical help would blow his cover of pretending to be sick-possibly earning him a metaphorical slap in the face. So, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine," he muttered.

He took the initiative and called his personal physician. Upon hearing it was a stomach issue, the doctor arrived with some highly effective antacids and disposed of the outdated meds.

"For severe stomach pains, take three of these, four of those, three times a day," the doctor instructed Brielle, noticing King clutching his stomach on the couch in apparent discomfort. He decided to administer a stronger dose. "Give him this as well; it should work faster."

Brielle escorted the doctor to the door and asked for two bottles of vitamins before he left. King, lounging on the couch, was pleased to see her bustling around for his sake.

Brielle stored away the potent medications the doctor had left behind, knowing King was only pretending to be ill. Concerned about potential side effects, she opted for a safer route.

headed to

if you're still in pain," she said, handing him the

this, four of that, plus an additional medication. Now, Brielle was offering only

"I asked for a different medicine when I saw the doctor out. It's supposed to

in pain. King felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He promptly took the pills from Brielle and swallowed them

after the medicine; one moment he wanted fruit, the next, a leg massage. Previously, to

they were not the same person. But

to the sheer panic he exhibited outside the school earlier-and breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, she couldn't bear to see him in distress. "Brielle, massage here for me, would you?" King

abdomen. He squinted his eyes, seemingly unaware of the gesture. Feeling more relaxed, he grew drowsy and eventually fell asleep using her leg as a

a smile, thought about the effectiveness of vitamins

today. He and Tiffanie had planned to head home early since it was his birthday. As they drove out, Tiffanie spotted

before. Everett, looking thinner but liberated from the Dorsey family's clutches, appeared rejuvenated. Determined to

kept his distance, reminded of his late mother's helplessness and her curses against the Dorsey family and

to Tiffanie, Mason asked her to wait, intending to confront Everett. Understanding his intent yet pretending

out of the car,