Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

What was that then?

Max had never really mulled over romantic feelings, and his parents‘ union was even less about grand promises and soulful connections. He leaned back in the rear seat, silent, feeling his head heavy and fuzzy.

As they were about to get out of the car, Kenzo called out his name. “Max?” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

But there was no response from Max, prompting Kenzo to open the door and call Patrick over.

Max was rushed straight into the ER, with Patrick pacing anxiously outside until the Dorsey clan arrived. The first to show up were William and Ryan, the latter with a smile plastered on his face. He had just been in a tizzy over a kidnapping video of Spencer, but as soon as he heard Max was in the hospital, all his gloom vanished, a sly smile tugging at his lips, feigning concern. “Patrick, is Max alright? What could have caused him to faint so suddenly?”

The drug Ryan had procured was listed as a banned substance by the World Medical Association. Once it kicked in, it would do nothing but exhaust a person, making them want to sleep incessantly. And if death were to occur, it would be chalked up to overwhelming stress or sheer exhaustion. It seemed Brielle was playing along, taking action already.

William cast a meaningful glance at Ryan but quickly looked away, his gaze fixed on the ER with feigned concern.

Patrick, well aware of their ulterior motives, still had to maintain a facade of harmony. “Mr. Dorsey must be exhausted. He didn’t rest at all during those days abroad.”

Exhausted? This was exactly the same as the effects of the pills.

Ryan could hardly contain his glee, but he offered hollow comfort, “Once he wakes up, we really should talk to him about taking care of himself.”

As his words faded, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and at the center of the commotion was Michael.

Michael strode in rapidly, his brow furrowing at the sight of people gathered by the ER. “Patrick, what exactly happened to Max?”

Patrick straightened, responding with reverence, “Mr. Dorsey has been overworked from his trip abroad. He might just be extremely fatigued.”

Relief washed over Michael, who knew all too well the pressures abroad, and he sighed.

By his side was an elegantly made–up woman, Victoria, who helped the old man sit down, her face unreadable as she called out to Ryan and William, “William, Ryan.”

William nodded and took a seat, offering comforting words to Michael. “Dad, I spoke to the doctor. He said there won’t be any complications.”

Michael nodded, his grip tight on his cane. If something were to happen to Max, not just the Dorsey family, but all of Beaconsfield would be changed. So, as he was hospitalized,

everyone’s agendas began to stir.

The ER doors opened, and the doctor wheeled Max out. Max was still unconscious, his face still pale.

Removing his mask, the doctor stated, “Max has been under a lot of pressure. He’s just overly tired. Some rest and he’ll be fine.”

Michael finally relaxed and followed into the ward room. The room was crowded, and Kenzo, seeing the turnout, thought to slip away but was stopped by Michael. “Kenzo, stay. I have a few words for you. The rest of you, please step outside.”

The others exchanged looks and filed out.

Kenzo had an inkling of what Michael might ask and had already prepared his story. “I’ll make sure to have a word with Max.”

Michael’s stern face and imposing gaze fixed on Kenzo. “What exactly happened at the Rowlands‘ that night?”

Before leaving the Rowlands‘, Kenzo had made it clear to Austin that this matter was not to be shared with outsiders. Thus, even if rumors had swirled, attention wouldn’t focus solely on Max and Brielle, because Kenzo was there that night too, and so was Andrew. Only those present. knew the real story.

With respectful demeanor, Kenzo relayed a simplified version of the feud between Brielle and Tessa. ‘

Michael’s brows knitted together, his expression turning grave. “Why did Max go there?”

“Max was there because of me. I wanted to discuss something with him about Alivia. We received a call from the Rowlands while in the car. I have some ties with Brielle and couldn’t stand by and watch her in trouble.”

In the eyes of all the elders, Kenzo was seen as a gentleman and a sensible man. So Michael didn’t suspect him and continued probing, “Brielle has broken up with Spencer. She’s a decisive girl, and whoever she ends up with is her business.”

“Mr. Dorsey, rest assured, after all these years between Max and Alivia, there won’t be any unexpected surprises.”

Hearing this, Michael finally let go of his worries.