Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1387

King hadn't caught the whisper that escaped Isaac's lips, mistaking Brielle's frozen stance for a simple case of pins and needles. He was all set to relieve her of Isaac's weight when she instinctively pulled back, her hands trembling with excitement. "Did you hear that just now?"

"Hear what?" King, puzzled, drew her into an embrace. "Holding the little guy must be tiring you out. Let me take him. You've been on your feet all night."

"King, Isaac just called me 'mommy'," Brielle's voice was a mix of shock and awe. "He really did, I heard him."

A flicker of surprise crossed King's face, followed quickly by understanding. "He's known you're his mommy for a while now. Caught bits of my conversations with Joseph," King reassured her.

Brielle was even more taken aback. Why hadn't she been informed?

Realizing he had indeed forgotten to share this with Brielle, King felt a twinge of guilt. "I forgot to mention it. You're not mad, are you?"

Brielle's heart was practically melting. If Isaac had known all along and never once shied away from her approach, then just as King had said, he had accepted her in his heart.

Her heart felt tender and sore with emotion, grateful she had heeded Max's advice not to rush the recognition that night, which might have scared him.

as they cared for Noir together, their bond had deepened, and Isaac had grown more attached and accepting of her, eventually calling her "mommy" possibly without

aching with bittersweet feelings. She reflected on how King had raised Isaac on his own, under the impression that she had abandoned their child. The hardships he must have faced, she could only

emotional turmoil, looked down at her. "What's wrong? Noir's

done so well raising our little cricket," Brielle said, her voice thick

gaze. He had always feared how Brielle would react upon learning Isaac was alive, considering she had wanted to abandon the child. Maybe, in her eyes, the child was a stain,

now, holding

him, King

an urge to cry. Remembering the

ache, yet the

without their misunderstandings. But as he held Brielle and Isaac close,

himself not

too greedy.

ended up just embracing her and Isaac tighter. Brielle, standing on her tiptoes, planted a kiss on his

Isaac back

kiss Isaac goodnight, but King, seemingly impatient, scooped her into his arms. With a playful scold, Brielle tapped