Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1389

How could two such genuine souls ever part ways? But after those words left Tiffanie's lips, she hung up the phone. The room reeked of alcohol, with takeout containers strewn all over. Tossing her phone aside, Tiffanie flopped onto the couch. A loud banging at the door interrupted her moment of quiet.

"Tiffanie! You lowlife, come out!"

"You're as worthless as your mother, a ride everyone's taken!"

Tiffanie's brow furrowed, but she pretended like she didn't hear a thing.

The delivery guy, standing beside Everett, winced at the barrage of insults. Though he didn't understand the Australian dialect, he caught a few choice words, just as Aussies know some English ones.

He knocked on the door, and Tiffanie, thinking it was Everett again, got up and peeked through the peephole. It was the food she had ordered.

She opened the door, but Everett barged in from the side, going on a rampage, smashing things like a madman.

"You wretch! It's all your fault my son is ruined! You must have planned this all along. I won't let you off; I'll make sure you never find peace!"

cash. Most of what she had was from Mason, which she had intended to return when she had the chance. But Mason had already cut off

Everett's rampage left the place in shambles, not a spot to

he had wrecked the place, his resentful gaze landed on her. He charged, grabbing her hair and slapping her hard across the face multiple

being scolded, can you?! Maybe I should bring your worthless mother here and let

cheeks bore the

the blood, then said, "Done yelling, Everett? You do this

unable to

delivery guy, still at the door, witnessing this abuse, hurried

eyes. "So, this is another man you've seduced? Tiffanie, you've really mastered your mother's tricks.

Tiffanie's stomach growled with

in two days, surviving on alcohol. Seeing her silent, Everett felt an infuriating sense of impotence, like punching a cushion. He grabbed the takeout from Tiffanie's hand and threw it to the

to intervene

her neck from his previous assaults. Like a beaten doll, no matter how he hit her, she wouldn't fight back, making it all the more

nothing but a cheap sellout, get lost! I'm going to set her

Moreover, Tiffanie's wrist was