Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1248

But there they were, just sitting in silence, both as stubborn as mules, neither willing to be the first to speak. It was like they were competing to see who could hold out the longest.

Finally, the door behind Brielle creaked open, and in walked King, fresh from a shower. He raised an eyebrow, seeing the two of them still locked in a wordless standoff. "What's going on here?"

Brielle took a deep breath and marched down the stairs.

Downstairs, King's newly hired hypnotist was waiting. After the underhanded tricks from Myles and Ramey, King had decided to bring in someone he trusted.

Back when Brielle was at the Beaconsfield orphanage, she had naturally blocked out memories of a devastating fire, her mind's way of protecting her. Myles' two hypnosis sessions had caused significant damage to her mental state, not unlike the side effects Max had suffered from certain medications.

Before breaking the news to her, King wanted to consult with a hypnotist to see if Brielle could handle the truth without it causing her undue distress.

King wasn't taking any chances when it came to Brielle.

"Sir," he began respectfully, "I've reviewed Ms. Brielle's case. She instinctively blocked out memories of the fire and later suffered severe mental trauma due to Max's disappearance, leading to hallucinations and auditory illusions. Myles' forced hypnosis has pushed her to the brink of a mental collapse. We need to heal her first before gradually introducing the truth."

The hypnotist watched Brielle closely for a while, jotting down notes before pulling King aside to a quiet corner.

Brielle's hallucinations and auditory illusions, felt a

take her away from it all, but in hindsight, he knew

having gone through these, her mental state is like a crumbling building. Every new piece of information she can't currently comprehend removes a brick from its foundation. If the building

hypnotist drew a diagram on a piece of paper,

deep hypnosis session on a patient. Myles did it twice, which is beyond what Ms. Brielle's psyche can bear. For now, we should

expression darkened. "Go

worried

of an iceberg, showing just the tip above the

bel.f

a gatekeeper meant to suppress the chaos lurking beneath. Two sessions of

the situation, yet feeling trapped by the need to conceal certain truths from Brielle,

things take their natural course. Whatever Ms.

options,

left, King

seated, her gaze shifting away coldly as

and Noir were lounging on a single sofa, with Noir occasionally twitching