Chapter 540

Her voice was nonchalant as she stepped on the gas, and the car zoomed away. Spencer didn’t chase after her, his tears falling harder as he bit down on his teeth, refusing to let his sobs be heard.

Glancing at the clothes she had discarded, he walked over with shaky legs, picked them up. and hugged them to his chest as he continued to cry.

Brielle caught a glimpse of Spencer’s silhouette in the rearview mirror and involuntarily hit the brakes. A minute later, she looked up, letting the chilly breeze from outside whip across her face, stinging her cheeks, before she pressed down on the accelerator again.

Of all the Dorseys, Spencer was probably the luckiest. He had Faith’s undying adoration, and after coming of age, Brielle, the ever–dutiful fool, shielded him from harm. He never knew real cruelty, never knew despair, and that was why he couldn’t handle even the slightest pain, which shaped his petulant nature.

He could betray others, but heaven forbid they betray him. He could toy with people’s feelings, but no one was allowed to play with his. He was still like a spoiled child, thinking anyone who wasn’t on his side deserved to be destroyed.

However, Max and Tiffanie, also of the Dorsey clan, were different.

Max was thrust in front of everyone at the tender age of ten by the ruthless Michael, and only he knew the hardships he faced.

Tiffanie’s very existence was a sin. Her mother, Victoria, detested her to the bone, while to Everett, she was the reason for his downfall.

Spencer had it the easiest. But as Brielle said,

phone went off like mad, and a blinding light in the distance seemed to tear through the surrounding

of the road, as the other vehicle did

Max’s car.

only to find her driving alone back to the city. “Brielle?”

frowned, hastening his step towards her.

in slightly, his hands resting on

the substances she’d inhaled, but the cold air did sober her up a bit. She noticed several cars following

distancé, nodding respectfully before turning his

“I’m fine.”

15:15

“Who was it?”

murderous intent crossed Max’s eyes, his grip on her shoulders tightening. Brielle. knew he was worried, but thinking of Spencer still at the scene, weeping inconsolably, she lost any

no one. Let’s go

relaxed, stroking her head gently. “I’m- The words “I’m sorry” hung unspoken.

anymore;

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