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 rest now.”

water. Leaving his phone in the

for a moment before

the rush hour traffic, her car

the other 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 to be adopted, and the former director hoped you could come by

issues waiting for her.

“Ms. Brielle?”

be there shortly.

the only one he truly trusts.”

turn, heading

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Chapter 555

Home.

moment. However, the timing of it all seemed too coincidental,

modern–day panic model that came with a dead cell. She hadn’t even managed to send Max a

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

Brielle.” The new director welcomed her at the doorway, showing utmost respect. “These are the two

faces despite the change of address. The

long since you

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