Master of his heart

Chapter 287

The nurse in front of her slowly turned, her eyes just about to land on the vase Lillian was holding.

Lillian snapped back to reality. There were still people at the door. Even if she could silence this nurse, the people outside would hear the commotion. Reluctantly, she set the vase down without a sound.

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and another nurse walked in. “Has Ms. Brielle been given her medication? Everyone out now. Let her rest properly.”

The new nurse, noticing the other people in the room, frowned deeply. “Ms. Brielle is not accepting visitors at this time.”

She was more cautious than the rest, her eyes scrutinizing Lillian. A woman with her face hidden–who could tell what she was up to, sneaking in for a visit in the dead of night?

Lillian abandoned the thought of suffocating Brielle right there and then. A new idea had taken root in her mind. If she succeeded, Brielle would live, but in far greater agony.

Under the nurse’s watchful eye, Lillian left the room.

furrowed as she made sure Brielle was alright before

eyes were ablaze with fury, but she forced herself to cool down. She had to focus on the next phase of her plan.

outside, and inside,

vigilant. Max really cherished that woman down to his bones. The more Lillian realized this, the deeper her hatred grew. She was the daughter of the Haywood family–this should have been her life.

dreaming. of a day when they might talk things

he had been blind to her, choosing

nurse’s words. Apparently, the two were in a cold war. Perfect. It was as if the fate was conspiring to

message. [I’m at my old apartment waiting for you. Can we talk?] “Since you

about Brielle, you’ll come, won’t you?” She thought to

there. Relieved to see her safe, the men couldn’t help but urge. “Miss Lillian, you should head back. Mr. Cameron told you not to stir