Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1211

The person lying in bed didn't wake up until the afternoon, just a slight twitch of his fingertips giving him away. Brielle, who had been keeping a quiet vigil by his side, suddenly found herself at a loss for words at this sign of awakening. How does anyone come to terms with such a sudden, drastic change? "Ramey, are you in any pain? Do you need some water?" she asked gently. His head was wrapped in so many bandages that only his chapped lips were visible, a sight that tugged at her heart.

Ramey shook his head, trying to speak but finding it too exhausting. He eventually gave up and closed his mouth. Seeing this, Brielle's eyes filled with tears, overwhelmed by guilt. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have made that call."

Ramey tried to look at her, but it was futile. After a long pause, he managed to rasp out, "I need to rest."

Brielle quickly nodded, not wanting to disturb him any further. As she moved to get some water, Ramey spoke again, his voice barely recognizable and grating like nails on a chalkboard.

"Ms. Brielle, you should rest too."

She was exhausted, her vision slightly blurred from what felt like a fever. "Alright, I'll come back tomorrow. I know this is a lot for you to take in. There's nothing I can do to make this right, but I promise to do whatever I can to meet your needs." Out of her sight, a cold smirk played on Ramey's lips.

taken its toll, and now she had to return to the empty mansion. She rested her head on the steering wheel for a moment before driving

found herself unable to sleep. The vast bed felt too empty and cold. Eventually, she opted for a bath

phone, she saw

clamoring for interviews, but the royal guards had sealed of

situation and Arthur's role in the unfolding events, Brielle took a deep breath and logged into her international social media account. Her first post was bold and straightforward: "I'm expecting a child out of wedlock. Wedding plans are underway, but I

through royal channels had failed. Now, she took matters into her own

news of

hometown of Beaconsfield particularly interested. Her post didn't shy away from

up, she addressed the

of my brother. I appreciate his help, but I could have dodged that

her status. The online reaction was mixed, with some criticizing her for not appreciating