Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1157

King was at a loss for words, a rare moment for him. He'd always known who his mother was and, by extension, the drama that had unfolded with the Dorsey family years ago, all narrated by his mother herself. Her stories were raw and unfiltered. Orla, his mother's older sister, had been like a second mom. Before Orla's mysterious disappearance, she had showered her sister with affection, nurturing her naivety and innocence. But when Orla vanished, it seemed like their family was cursed. Decades had passed-nearly thirty years-and now, someone was telling him that Orla was still alive.

His mother had always hoped for two people to outlive her: her child and her sister.

"Sir, where should I take this person?" came a voice, snapping King back to reality.

He lowered his eyes, "I'll send you an address. Take her there."

"Understood, sir. Also, this lady kept insisting we go back for Ms. Sarah, claiming she's a guardian angel to her sister and once saved her and the child. I'm not quite familiar with the whole story, but thought you should know."

Before the words were fully out, King had pieced it together. Sarah must be the guardian angel his mother spoke of, Brielle's biological mother.

A warmth spread through him, a feeling of inevitability with Brielle, yet he was overwhelmed with regret. Had he known Sarah was his mother's savior, he would have treated Brielle differently. He had been too harsh, causing her tears when all he wanted was to keep her close, even if her words sometimes wounded him.

Now, knowing the truth, he felt a pang of guilt. His mother, if she knew, would be furious from beyond the grave for how he forced Brielle into motherhood.

He had messed everything up.

Lost in thought, King hung up the call and gazed out at the mountain, now shrouded in smoke from helicopter wreckage. Dustin was already coordinating a cleanup effort, daylight breaking over the chaos.

Meanwhile, Brielle found solace

sleeping among a group of leopards, her and Isaac wrapped in warmth. She woke before dawn, the forest still engulfed in darkness, filled with the sounds of nocturnal creatures. Isaac needed his rest, so she left him sleeping, venturing out to gather fruits by the faint light, ensuring he wouldn't go hungry upon waking.

Following her memory, she found the fruit trees, gathering more than before. As she made her way back, dawn was breaking, though the dense canopy kept the forest dim. "Brielle."

Hearing her name called out in such

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a setting sent a shiver down her spine, a common reaction for anyone in such a secluded spot. Instinctively, she dropped her fruit and executed a flawless throw, pinning the intruder down.

To her surprise, it was Jaired.

"Ah, what a waste," he sighed, looking at the smashed fruit.

"Jaired? What are you doing here?" Brielle asked, releasing him and gathering the undamaged fruits. Was it Max who sent him?

"Someone asked me to come," Jaired answered casually.

Brielle remembered seeing Jaired after being rescued from a fire, carried by Andrew. They hadn't spoken then, but now it seemed he was here on Max's behalf, a relief to her. Jaired followed her, making an offhand comment about her unexpected journey with Max, hinting at his known dislike for her and his past obsession with Alivia.

"How's that gun Max gave you? Any good?” he asked nonchalantly, his tone betraying nothing of his earlier animosity, even as a fresh scratch and blood stains marked his appearance. en FindNovel

Brielle chose not to pry, aware that the outside world was likely in turmoil, assuming Jaired had encountered trouble on his way to her.