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.

saw Simon bursting out of the hospital entrance, speaking frantically on the phone. Too far to hear the words, she simply leaned back and said, “Please take me to

was cut short by a violent crash and the collective screams

skipped a beat. Sitting upright, she witnessed the horror – Şimon, who was just beside the road moments ago,

clear–Simon was beyond help, reduced to nothing

stripped of its use, held no value to

Brielle’s ears, a tormenting reminder of her

disarming William’s pawns would buy

in his strategy, had Simon

life was as insignificant as a piece of paper in his eyes.

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you okay? We’re right by at hospital. You look quite pale: maybe you should get checked out. What a tragedy to have an accident right outside a

was hoarse as she spoke, turning to see Sue emerging from the hospital, her cries tearing through the

her performance at Dorsey International. A husband lost was a true cause for grief, but the loss of her daughter Sarah seemed to

albeit reluctantly, that

power since birth, to whom the lives of

did Simon once he became useless. Simon’s death spelled trouble

Brielle couldn’t commit

disgusting, but she wasn’t God, nor the Grim Reaper; she had no

why she