Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1233

Dustin froze, his eyes locked on King. King remained silent, his gaze deep and unreadable.

"Brielle, what was up with you seeing me last time?"

Brielle thought for a moment. "I don't know how long I was out, but I remember Myles, following your orders, trying to drown our child. I begged him to stop, but he said I had angered you. The child was taken to the bathroom, and then... silence. Myles said you wanted to send me away, maybe because you had a new target."

King understood. Her memory had stopped right after she was sent away.

"I didn't, Brielle. I never told Myles to do that."

King glanced at Dustin, then tightened his grip on Brielle's hand.

"Bro, I've got some misunderstandings to clear up with her. I'll take her back to the estate for now. As for the Lynch family, can you explain things to them? She doesn't recognize any of you at the moment."

King's voice quivered slightly. He realized that Brielle's memory had paused at that moment, and even knowing he was responsible for the child's fate, she still couldn't bring herself to end his life. Why?

Didn't she always say she didn't want the child? Even if she hadn't actively abandoned the child, her disinterest was clear.

Dustin remained silent. His involvement in past memories was limited. And now, with Brielle not remembering the Lynch family, staying would only cause more trouble.

anything goes wrong this time, I won't let

won't.

recent events had

hair, but she dodged, a hint of wariness in her eyes. He sighed, reluctantly left the room, and called

been sent away to that island, plagued by sleepless nights and bouts of rage-induced fainting. Now, facing the source of her

while, finally asked, "Brielle, do you despise me that much?" Wondering if that was why she was desperate to get rid of the child, seeking out

didn't press her, instead, he lifted her in

"Let's go home."

Brielle, held in his embrace, kept her eyes closed. Even upon entering

estate, she frowned, reminded of her long confinement and eventual abandonment there, her face paling. "I don't want to stay here." She had grown

her. "Alright,

Beaconsfield. My final project is

placing her on the couch. "Okay, we'll head back

in relief, grateful

her

spotted a child descending

resemblance to

swnov

by his

tears, biting back the pain. King was fetching her a drink