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 Upon hearing it was a stomach issue, the doctor arrived with some highly effective antacids and disposed of the outdated meds.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.

vitamins and headed to

if you're still in pain,"

fool, remembered the doctor's specific instructions-three of this, four of that, plus an additional medication. Now, Brielle was offering only two pills. What

listened as she explained, "I asked for a different medicine when I

comfort wash over him. He promptly took the pills from

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

they were not the same person. But now, there was no

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

hand over his abdomen. He squinted his eyes, seemingly unaware of the gesture. Feeling more relaxed, he grew drowsy and eventually fell asleep using

back a smile, thought about the effectiveness of vitamins in producing such

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

father before. Everett, looking thinner but liberated from the Dorsey family's clutches, appeared rejuvenated. Determined to make up for his past neglect, he had been searching for his son, albeit with

This wasn't their first encounter, but Mason had always kept his distance, reminded of his late mother's

her to wait, intending to confront Everett. Understanding his intent

of the car,