Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

“Brielle, I swear on the Dorsey family name, I’ll sue you to the grave!”

The bodyguard had Brielle cornered, and within ten minutes, a stretcher was wheeled onto the

Hoor.

All the while, Brielle just watched silently until a stinging slap snapped her head to the side. “You bitch! You better pray Spencer is fine, or I’ll make your life a living hell!”

Her cheek turned with the blow, and she even stuck out her tongue, tasting the metallic tang of blood at the corner of her mouth. It was blood. She had knocked Spencer out cold, and there was a lot of it.

She couldn’t fathom why she had done it. It was as if all the hatred from losing a child and the helplessness with her situation had exploded in that instant. It turned out she had always been teetering on the edge of a breakdown, and Spencer’s intrusion had just pushed her over..

Blinking back weakness, she didn’t argue this time.

Faith glared at her with disgust. Had Spencer not been avoiding her calls and refusing to come home recently, she wouldn’t have had to track down his whereabouts and rush over. If she hadn’t, Spencer might well have been dead.

Brielle was capable of such malice. Such cruelty!

When Aubree arrived, she was greeted by the sight of Brielle being escorted into a police cruiser. She was shocked, even thinking she had seen wrong.

By then, Faith had followed the ambulance away, leaving only Brielle in the custody of the police. Aubree hurried over, grabbing Brielle’s wrist. “Officer, what’s going on here? Is there some mistake?”

Was the same person she had just made plans to hang out with now being put into a police car?

“Please step back, ma’am. Don’t interfere with police business.”

Aubree’s face went pale, and she reached to dial Max’s number. But Brielle seemed to come. back to life in that moment, speaking wearily, “Aubree, don’t tell him.”

Aubree froze, then tightened her grip on her phone. “What’s going on, Bri? You have to give me some reason. You’re scaring me, you know? You look like you’ve lost weight, and now you’re being taken to the station, and-”

“My baby, my baby is gone…”

Her voice was hoarse as if she was on the verge of tears. But she didn’t cry, perhaps having spent all her tears in those four days.

Aubree stopped dead, thinking she must have misheard.

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What baby? When did Brielle have a baby?

“Max’s baby. His mother… I don’t even know if it was a boy or a girl. Aubree, it hurts so much here.” She pointed to her abdomen and then to her heart, her words sounding disjointed.

It seemed Brielle had never really gotten over the loss of her child. Four days and nights of crying had not brought her peace. The better Max treated her, the quiltier she felt. The gentler he was, the more

panicked she became.

Spencer’s assault and the humiliation were all just a trigger for her to explode. She wasn’t retaliating against Spencer, but against herself, as if to destroy her own being.

Aubree was speechless, holding onto her hand. “Just calm down, Bri. Let’s just take a moment to calm down and talk this through.

While urging Brielle to stay calm, Aubree was in a panic, and her lips began to quiver. What could she do now?

The police didn’t give them another moment, pushing Brielle into the car.

Aubree held onto Brielle’s hand, attempting to follow, but was stopped. Through the car window, Brielle seemed to regain a shred of sanity. “Aubree, don’t tell Max.” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Aubree stood outside, the chill of the night air biting at her. How did it come to this?

She was so agitated, just about to call Andrew when his call came through first. “Aubree, you’ll need to go home on your own tonight. I won’t be back. There’s trouble with Max.”

Aubree’s mind whirled, struggling to process everything. “What happened to Max?”

Andrew sounded irritable, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. “It’s the Dorsey family drama. He got Ryan’s kid out of there, and for some reason, Ryan lost it and rammed Max with his car right outside the Dorsey residence. Now he’s unconscious.”

How could Max be so easily hit? What was he thinking?

“Is he alright? Is it serious?”

“Don’t know, just a temporary blackout. Michael is furious, and Kenzo and I have to head to the hospital to check on Max once he wakes up.”

As Andrew spoke, he wished he could just have someone take out Ryan. How could he cause such a scene at the Dorsey doorstep? What could have provoked him?

Andrew rubbed his temples, realizing that even he wouldn’t have expected Ryan to snap like that.

They said Max had already gotten out of the car, intending to go in and find Michael, when Ryan charged out of a corner and plowed into him. If Max hadn’t been quick on his feet, they

might’ve been arranging his funeral by now.

Cursing under his breath, Andrew hurried to the hospital.