Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1396

"Yeah, just a young girl, Tiffanie, I think that's her name. I tried to get her to see our hospital's psychologist, but she flat-out refused. I've been worried sick all day, but there's only so much I can do. Someone determined to self-destruct isn't something I can fix with my own

two hands.

Lewis seemed to be venting, but he noticed Mason's grip on his spoon tighten until his knuckles turned white.

"She has severe depression?"

"Uh, yeah. Her wrists are covered in scars from cutting. It must have been mild before, but now it's severe. I've never seen someone so desperate to die, so I made a note of her name. She's also dealing with domestic violence. She came in with a swollen face, a perforated stomach, and bruises all around her neck from being strangled. Not sure if it was her family who did it."

Mason's eyelashes fluttered down, his fingertips trembling.

Tiffanie didn't have much family in North America. When they were together, she didn't really have a job, just quietly waiting at home for him to return, or sometimes helping out at the Unicorn Café. They were practically inseparable.

Back then, she used to call Max "Maxie," but now there hadn't been any contact. Otherwise, it wouldn't have come to this.

After finishing his piece, Lewis didn't look at Mason but waved over a waiter to order.

"Mason, what's up? Trouble at the office? You seem out of sorts."

Mason didn't respond. During their meal, they reminisced about their days on the school basketball team.

call about some emergency surgery he had to

gotta head back to

put, finding

his eyes, feeling as if his feet had taken root,

Severe depression?

Tiffanie

identity, he had some folks in Beaconsfield dig into her

he found was her spending money on this male star, on that male model, never a

was all this

it

ridiculous was how he felt affected

are far more people in the world who have reasons to be depressed

en novelxo

way she became severely depressed after coming to

guy could make a move

filthy, chaotic alley, she probably would have ended up beneath some dirty man like a dog. Mason closed his eyes, feeling nauseous at the thought, finding it

deep breath, signaling himself to shake off these emotions, then grabbed his coat, deciding to head

a

it felt too empty.