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?”

to rest

choice but to comply, Patrick fetched the sleeping pill and a cup of warm water. Leaving his phone in the study, Max headed to the master bedroom and succumbed to sleep.

outside, pondering for a moment before deciding to call

her car crawled to a halt

end, one that carried the weight of years. “Ms. Brielle, hello. I’m the new director of Sunflower Children’s Home. Today, a few children are set

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

“Ms. Brielle?”

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

only one

next turn, heading

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Chapter 555

Home.

the children at this moment. However,

dead cell. She hadn’t even managed to send Max a soothing text. A mix of irritation and a strange sense

wasn’t until she was greeted by the children’s beaming faces that she felt somewhat

utmost respect.

despite the change of address. The children saw her and cheerfully

long since

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