Master of his heart

Chapter 283

Brielle felt as if her legs had turned to jelly, and her walking cane clattered to the floor with a sound that seemed to echo through the sterile silence of the hospital corridor. She could hardly make out what Miranda was babbling about; to her, everyone’s lips seemed to be moving in slow motion, like fish gasping for air on dry land.

Her eyes locked onto Julian as he was wheeled out, his gaunt face was ashen and lifeless. It was as if the scene jolted her back to reality, and she suddenly found the strength to walk over to the bedside. “Grandpa, can you hear me? It’s me, Bri.”

Julian clung to life by a thread, his eyes murky, reflecting the dim light like polluted water. At the sound of her voice, a faint spark of recognition flickered in him. “Bri…”

Tears streamed down Brielle’s cheeks as she took his hand, “Yes, it’s me.”

Julian struggled to sit up, but he was too exhausted. His lips parted with great effort, and after what seemed like an eternity, he whispered, “Money.”

But Brielle couldn’t understand. Tears blurred her vision as she leaned closer to catch his words.

chest,

word ‘dowry,‘ Brielle squeezed his hand tighter, “I understand,

look of relief passed over Julian’s face, as if this was the last unfinished business he had. His eyelids were

“Live well, Bri.”

to live well. The first time was years ago when Julian had been rushed to the hospital after a fall. He had said it with such gravity then.

Live well.

years had passed. Julian had survived that trip to the emergency room, and how Brielle wished this time would be the same.

desperation. Julian’s warmth gradually faded, his eyes shut, his

lips. breathing on it in a futile attempt to warm it, but the

her thumbs over the weathered back of his hand. The little

Julian was gone.

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