Master of his heart

Chapter 375

Simon’s phone rang with the shrill urgency of a siren in the sterile hush of the hospital ward.

Brielle, quick as a flash, killed the livestream and made her exit through another corridor.

Simon hit the answer button. A voice, cold and detached, seeped through the speaker.

“Idiot, someone’s been streaming from your sickbay.”

A chill ran through Simon’s spine. He frantically searched the room and even peered outside the door but found no one.

Restlessness took him hostage as he recalled his recent words–had they all been broadcasted live?

Damn it, who could it be?!

By that time, Brielle had already left the hospital. Her stream was anonymous and brief, but the captured moments were already spreading like wildfire online, igniting discussions and debates. Within half an hour, everyone who had been spewing venomous words saw the video. Simon’s true, ugly colors were laid bare for all to see.

Brielle hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon such a revealing conversation. She thought disarming these two pawns would take more effort, but it turned out to be a windfall.

Monitoring the online chatter, she saw the focus of gossip shift to Simon and Sue, giving her a moment to breathe.

hailed a cab. Just as she was about to give the driver the address, she saw Simon bursting out of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically

cut short by a violent crash and the collective

who was just

it was clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing more than a bloodstain on the pavement.

of its use, held no value to

to echo in Brielle’s ears, a tormenting reminder of her

would buy

ruthless in his strategy,

insignificant as a piece of paper in his eyes.

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right by at hospital. You look quite pale: maybe you should get checked out. What a tragedy to have

spoke, turning

Sue’s tears were genuine, unlike her performance at Dorsey International. A husband lost was a

Brielle had to admit, albeit reluctantly, that she was losing this

who had been steeped in power since birth, to whom the lives of the ordinary meant nothing.

Sarah had to die, and so did Simon once he became useless. Simon’s death spelled trouble for Brielle. This was William’s

Brielle couldn’t commit

disgusting, but she wasn’t God, nor the Grim Reaper; she had no right to decide life or

why she was losing.