Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1400

Mason found himself crying, his eyes drifting to Tiffanie's wrists, marred by countless scars-some fresh, some faded each one a testament to her ongoing struggle. Her pain felt endless, etched into her skin. He quickly got out of bed, his fingers gently brushing over the scars.

Tiffanie stirred in her sleep, her brow furrowing as she muttered, trying to cover her ears as if to block out some invisible torment.

The sedatives had worn off.

Mason hit the call button, and soon Lewis walked in, tending to Tiffanie's wounds while speaking.

"Her depression is severe. The shock she's going through now will make her even more vulnerable. If you don't want to lose her, keep her close."

"Lewis, how do we fix this? I've looked everywhere, and everything says it's nearly impossible to fully heal."

Lewis stiffened, hearing the desperation in Mason's voice. Remembering the nurse's words about Mason's father still in the morgue, he sighed.

"It requires medication, but Tiffanie's not cooperative and she hates psychiatrists."

Mason fell silent, trying to imagine the horrors Tiffanie must have faced. With Everett and Victoria's madness looming over her childhood, it wasn't surprising she was struggling. Some wounds, he realized, might never heal, no matter how much love you pour into them. The room grew quiet until Tiffanie awoke, her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling, the confusion and fear fading to a profound emptiness.

left,

wandered around the room, finally realizing she was

her eyes, lifeless like a doll's,

heavy, burdened not only by Tiffanie's condition but also by the aftermath of Everett's death, his body

charges, but what was the point? Victoria, lost in her madness

grim sense of solidarity. They were both parentless now, bound by their shared loss. But he couldn't be sure if she felt the same

sat quietly by her side, the silence

meal, including soup and some lean

up, offering her

and the

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Lewis's words about her drinking leading to a perforated

your stomach,"

refusing to let

He pried her mouth open, managing to

opened her mouth, but instead of swallowing, she bent over and vomited into a trash can, her body rejecting

struggle, felt a surge of emotion, tears

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