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?”

I need to

of warm water. Leaving his phone in the study,

outside, pondering for a moment before deciding

her car crawled

she picked up to a woman’s voice on the other end, one that carried the weight of years. “Ms. Brielle, hello. I’m the

spot on; there was indeed a pile of issues waiting for her.

“Ms. Brielle?”

to calm her nerves, she replied, “Alright, I’ll be there shortly. Am I needed to sign off in the former director’s

the only one he truly

took the next turn, heading toward the

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Chapter 555

Home.

responsibility to be there for the children at this moment. However, the timing of it all seemed

that modern–day panic model that came with a dead cell. She hadn’t even managed to send Max a soothing text. A mix of irritation and a strange sense of

way to the orphanage, she tried to compose herself, and it wasn’t until she was greeted by the children’s beaming faces

new director welcomed her at the doorway, showing utmost respect.

the change of address. The

it’s been so long since

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