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.

Lewis quietly left, sensing they needed

the room, finally

speak, but her eyes, lifeless like a doll's,

heart was heavy, burdened not only by Tiffanie's condition but also by

asked if he wanted to press charges, but what was the point? Victoria, lost in her madness and now confined to

parentless now, bound by their shared loss.

by her side, the silence between them

brought in a nutritional meal, including soup and some

up, offering her a spoonful

her hunger. Despite not eating for days and the burning pain in her stomach, she found a

en novelxo

to a perforated stomach. He gently

this; it's good for your stomach," he

teeth, refusing

He pried her mouth open, managing to get a spoonful of

but instead of swallowing, she bent over and vomited into

struggle, felt a surge of emotion, tears

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