Chapter 555

The chill emanating from Max’s presence intensified, and the throb in his head grew more severe. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was the aftermath of that car crash Pyan had orchestrated, the one that left his brain marred with a stubborn contusion. At the moment, all he could focus on was the pain that seemed almost unbearable.

He tossed his phone aside, deciding to shut out the world and its barrage of information, craving nothing but a moment of brief respite.

“Patrick.” He called out again, and Patrick, already alert to his boss‘ sour mood, hurried through the door.

“Sir?”

“Do we have any sleeping pills? Hand me one, will you?”

Patrick hesitated, a wave of memories bringing a bad taste to his mouth. “Right away, sir. Are you in pain?”

“Yeah, the doc mentioned the clot hasn’t cleared. No clue how long it will take.”

“Do you need me to get a doctor to check on you?”

need to rest

choice but to comply, Patrick fetched the sleeping pill and a cup of warm water. Leaving his phone in the study,

pondering for a moment before deciding to call Brielle.

traffic, her car crawled to a halt at a

carried the weight of years.

was spot on; there was indeed a pile of issues waiting for her. She honked the horn impatiently, her brows knitting

“Ms. Brielle?”

deep breath to calm her nerves, she replied, “Alright, I’ll be there shortly. Am I needed

he said you’re the only one he truly trusts.”

heading toward the new location of Sunflower

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Chapter 555

Home.

she felt a responsibility to be there for the children at this moment. However, the timing of it all seemed too coincidental, as if the universe conspired to keep her from

battery and shut down, leaving her in that modern–day panic model that came with a dead cell. She hadn’t

she tried to compose herself, and it wasn’t until

utmost

address. The

it’s been so long

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