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.

the chest, for Bri.”

the word ‘dowry,‘ Brielle squeezed his hand

unfinished business he had. His eyelids were heavy,

“Live well, Bri.”

The first time was years ago when Julian had been rushed to

Live well.

and how Brielle wished this time would be the same. But after those words. Julian gave her a kind

gripping his wrist in desperation. Julian’s warmth gradually faded, his eyes shut, his hand

in a futile attempt to warm it, but the hand just got colder, more rigid, slipping. slowly

rubbing her thumbs over the weathered back of his hand. The little warmth she could muster

Julian was gone.

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