Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1390

Tiffanie didn't say a word. She just glanced at the takeaway boxes scattered on the floor, her tone icy.

"Everett, have you lost your mind?"

Everett was shaking with anger, then let out a bitter laugh.

"Fine, if you won't leave North America, I'll keep bothering you. Let's see if you can handle it."

With that, Everett stormed out, leaving an eerie silence behind. The room reeked of alcohol mixed with the stale smell of takeout, making Tiffanie's stomach churn. She felt a sudden urge to get out, grabbed her jacket, and headed for the door. But her stomach was in knots.

She barely made it to the sidewalk before collapsing. When she woke up, she was in a hospital, surrounded by white.

She tried to speak but had no strength. Her wrists were bandaged, her cheek treated, and her neck showed signs of care.

Sitting up, she still felt a burning pain in her stomach. The door opened, and a dark-haired Australian doctor walked in, gloved hands at the ready.

"Tiffanie."

in her

cancer. Eat properly and lay off the booze. This time it's a perforated ulcer. Lucky

as nausea hit her. The doctor placed a trash bin in

card for our psychiatric

ended up dry heaving. She hadn't eaten in days, feeling weak and on the brink of death. But her face remained indifferent as she

noticed her reluctance to communicate and simply raised an eyebrow. Sometimes, when someone is set on self-destruction, there's little anyone can do. And from the looks of it, her depression

were planning a dinner, and he shrugged off

gonna be

Street, and he's not even twenty-five. The last one to get that spotlight was

Wall Street radar. Mason's different, but so are we.

Lewis of a recent interview he had read.

someone from psych come over. Severe depression, suicidal tendencies, multiple injuries, possibly domestic abuse. She needs special attention." "Dr. Lewis,

"Yeah, college reunion."

there commanding the room yet remaining polite, joining in every toast. What was once a simple reunion had evolved into a networking event. Many were angling for a

both part of the basketball team, dreaming big at seventeen. But Mason seemed different now, more

"Dr. Lewis."