Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1249

Brielle's eyes widened, her face turning a deep shade of red with anger. "Do you think I'm an idiot or something?"

At this point, she wasn't even twenty yet, still lacking the grit she would gain from her time at Dorsey International. "I wasn't lying to you. The first time I saw Isaac, I thought he looked just like me. That's why I've kept him close. Can't you see it? His face is practically a carbon copy of mine. Anyone would be confused. When I told you yesterday that he was my child, I was lying. I just wanted to see if you'd get jealous." Brielle frowned, glancing over at Isaac. Isaac, with a stoic expression, tugging on Noir's ear, said, "Yeah, my dad's gone."

King's face darkened, a bit taken aback by how smoothly those words came out. He stretched his leg under the table to nudge Isaac. What was this kid talking about?

Isaac didn't say anything, just kept eating, but inside, he let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't ready to face the truth himself. If Brielle found out, he had no idea how they would deal with each other.

"Little Canary, about our child, Myles was bought off, and the baby was stillborn. He wanted to drive a wedge between us, so he lied, saying I wanted to drown the baby. But look at me, I'm even taking in someone else's child; how could I not want my own?" After saying this, he leaned in and kissed Brielle gently on the lips. "I know the matter of the child is heartbreaking. We'll have more children in the future."

Hearing this, Isaac glanced at King. King didn't look guilty at all and kept comforting Brielle. "I'm also devastated about the child, Little Canary. I'm truly sorry. I didn't know you were in poor health."

opened her eyes just in time to see

heard the baby

in front of you. That way, you'd naturally hate me, right? I'm sorry. When

lies made it easy

since Brielle wasn't as guarded back then. With just a

believe him

the lost child, her tears began to flow again.

her, patting her back. "Don't cry. Once

her

King patted her back and laid her down on the nearby couch. "Rest if you're tired." Brielle gave him a look but, unwilling to engage, turned away from him. King's lips curved

them. King scooped up Isaac and entered his room. "Little Cicada, daddy had no choice." Isaac

could finish, Isaac blurted out,