Chapter 257

Max yanked the IV from his hand and grabbed his jacket, striding toward the ward room door.

Patrick moved to support him but was met with a curt, “Check on Brielle’s car crash.”

Taken aback, Patrick nodded and hurried to make the arrangements.

As they stepped into the elevator, Max’s icy presence was so overpowering it left Patrick. struggling for breath. Noticing the blood still seeping from Max’s hand, Patrick wanted to say something–anything–to break the tension, but the words wouldn’t come.

Max was already on his phone to Brielle as they exited the elevator. Her phone, engulfed in flames inside her car, went unanswered.

Frustrated, Max redialed his manager’s number. By now, the manager, having the good sense to support Brielle, had ushered her into the hotel lobby to rest.

“Ms. Brielle, Mr. Dorsey is really worried about you. He’ll be here soon,” the manager reassured her.

“You mean Max?” she

the sight of her bleeding. “We should get you to the hospital before this

of Max’s concern, felt her grip tighten on her pants. “He’s worried

nodded vigorously. “To Mr. Dorsey, you’re

the rumor, though

swung open, and Max strode in. His jacket dangled from his elbow,

did he get here so

recognize Max. If that scene ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract. gossip and rumors. Andrew’s words from earlier had become a thorn in her side.

meant to be suspended high above

with the effort to hold back tears as he examined her wound. The thought of

her with

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