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 Upon hearing it was a stomach issue, the doctor arrived with some highly effective antacids and disposed of the outdated meds.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

and headed to the kitchen to fetch

pain," she said, handing him

that, plus an additional medication. Now, Brielle was offering only two pills. What

she explained, "I asked for a different medicine when

felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He promptly took the pills from Brielle and

didn't cease after the medicine; one moment he wanted fruit, the next, a leg massage. Previously, to

were not the same person. But

by his side, noted his improved mood-a stark contrast 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 guided her hand

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

the effectiveness of vitamins in

planned to head home early since it was his

of his 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,

of emotions. This wasn't their first encounter, but Mason had always kept his

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

out of the car,