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

you could end up with stomach cancer. Eat properly and lay off the booze. This

hit her. The doctor placed a trash bin in front of

card for our psychiatric department. You

ended up dry heaving. She hadn't eaten in days, feeling weak and on the

Sometimes, when someone is set on self-destruction, there's little anyone can do. And from the looks of it, her depression was

phone buzzed with messages. His college buddies were planning a dinner, and he shrugged off his white coat,

be

twenty-five. The last one to get that spotlight was Max, now

nineteen when he hit the Wall Street radar. Mason's different, but so

Lewis of a recent interview he had read. He left

for me. Have someone from psych come over. Severe depression, suicidal tendencies, multiple injuries,

"Yeah, college reunion."

yet remaining polite, joining in every toast. What was once a simple reunion had evolved into

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

"Dr. Lewis."