Master of his heart

Chapter 575

Victoria felt she’d said too much, even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to communicate.

“Max is my brother, whether we’re close or not, and I don’t want him getting hurt.” With those words, she slipped into the hospital room.

Brielle stood there, overhearing Victoria instructing the doctor. “He’s been cooped up at home. drinking himself into oblivion. If I hadn’t found him today, he’d probably be dead. Please make sure there’s always a nurse watching over him while he’s admitted. I’ll take care of the expenses.”

Spencer’s parents had long left Beaconsfield, and the only one in the Dorsey family who might still have had some concern for him was probably Victoria.

Victoria had watched Spencer grow up; she knew about the night he spent on his knees in their ancestral home. That was why she had said those things to Brielle.

Victoria knew all too well the kind of tricks her father could play. If a man as proud as Everett could be broken, then Brielle stood no chance. Brielle and Max were never going to last, especially not with Michael yet to truly exert his influence. Once he did, Brielle would lose her dignity just as Everett had.

her side.

possession. Like now, Victoria couldn’t define her feelings for Everett. Was it love or something else? She simply couldn’t bear to let go and decided why not keep him close and torment each other? Victoria lowered her eyes, knowing that unless Brielle were completely unattached in this world, everything and everyone connected to her would become a burden, a vulnerability. Victoria’s father had used the woman Everett loved most to threaten him, and that woman was pregnant at the time. Everett had been searching for this woman for years,

pedestal and turn him into a plaything she could manipulate and desecrate. The love she couldn’t have was

Max, who simply lacked emotional awareness and

was external, others internal, and the world had always been that way. Back at the office, Brielle

Chapter 575

find an excuse to explain her wrist injury to Max, so she said she would stay with Aubree another night. Upon hearing she’d be with Aubree, Max didn’t press any further,

place, made long ago. As she inserted it into the tock, she heard

door, and her slight spark

cleaned up. The room was refreshed, and the table was neatly laden with

who Aubree was waiting for, but

fiddled with the doorknob before mumbling. “Caught in a sad scene again, huh?