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.

dizzy. Spending the night in fear for Ramey had taken its toll, and now she had to return to the empty mansion. She rested her head on the steering wheel for a

at the mansion, despite her exhaustion, she found herself unable to sleep. The vast bed felt too

her phone, she saw

Arthur. With Arthur awake, the media was clamoring for interviews, but the royal guards had sealed of the hospital, allowing no one

Brielle took a deep breath and logged into her international social media account. Her first post was

through royal channels

of

a sensation in North America; it was worldwide, with their hometown of Beaconsfield

addressed the incident

is a friend of my brother. I appreciate his help, but I could

knew she had to maintain a certain decorum due to her status. The online reaction was mixed, with some criticizing her for not appreciating Arthur's