Master of his heart

Chapter 277

The knock on the hospital room door made her furrow her brow, and both she
and Aubree turned toward the entrant. Their expressions soured instantly upon
recognizing the newcomers. lit was Cameron and Miranda. What kind of drama
were these two brewing now?

Miranda, catching sight of Brielle’s pale and weakened state, could barely
suppress the urge to hex her with every vile curse she knew. Why hadn't that
damn driver finished the job? Brielle alive was nothing but a calamity.

Brielle’s face turned icy. “What brings you here?”

Cameron closed the door behind him, his face etched with fatigue. Tracking
down Brielle had been no small feat. “Brielle, do you have any idea what Max is
up to? He's targeting the Haywoods. Every single client has been poached, and
partners are cutting ties left and right. In a matter of days, the Haywoods will be
bankrupt.”

“And what's that to me?” Brielle’s tone was indifferent as she aimed to continue
with her oatmeal, the very picture of unconcern.

Fuming. Miranda advanced, ready to send Brielle’s bowl flying.

A sharp look crossed Brielle’s eyes as she met Miranda's gaze, “Try it, I dare
you.”

Miranda recoiled, fear flickering in her eyes, but remembering their mission, she
clenched her teeth. “If you hadn't shamelessly thrown yourself at Max, why would
he have targeted us? He's after us because of you. You need to fix this mess.”
“Need to?” Brielle couldn't help but chuckle at the entitlement in Miranda's voice,
leisurely continuing her meal.

“Unless I'm mistaken, you're here to beg, right? Is that how you ask for favors?”
Miranda shook with anger, her face a kaleidoscope of fury. Before she could act
on her impulse to spill the bowl, Brielle preempted her, flipping the soup right
onto Miranda's head.

Dumbstruck, Miranda felt the thick soup slide down her cheeks.

“That's for the coffee you threw, Miranda,” Brielle said, accepting a napkin from
Aubree and meticulously wiping her fingers.

With her face smeared in soup, Miranda's lips tuned an ugly shade of blue.
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Cameron, who had been silent,

stopped any further outburst and

stared coldly at Brielle. He knew well
before coming that Brielle would not

be inclined to help Hie sweads un

was me fot fis Erdmp card. “Brielle,

what about Grandpa if the family

goes under? His health is already

failing. He needs constant care at the
sanatorium. If he hears about the
bankruptcy, how long do you think

he'll last? The Haywood clan might

have turned their backs on you, but
Grandpa has always been there for

you with an open heart. Do you want

to be responsible for his demise, and

live with that guilt forever?” Visit
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Brielle’s lashes quivered, her grip on

the blanket tightening unconsciously.
Grandpa Julian had indeed always

been her chsmplnoie lyon m
Oppé3itlg the idea of bringing Lillian

from the orphanage into the

Haywood home, claiming it wasn't

fair to Brielle. But at the time, Brielle,
considering the bond with Lillian, had
convinced Julian, and thus Lillian

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Since then. Julian had always been

by her side, spoiling her with little

gifts until he had that fall, which led

to years of slumber and

subseq se ffeganfifiedid he
SHh&torum, his health deteriorating

day by day. Scarcely any of the
Haywoods visited him, leaving him in

his solitude. Brielle hadn't set foot in

the sanatorium since learning about
Lillian's affair with Spencer — Julian
adored Spencer, believing he would

bring her happiness. And she was
particularly bad at lying to such a

loving elder, so avoidance had been

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Now, however, the Haywoods were using Grandpa Julian to strong—arm her once
again,

Cameron, seeing a shift in her, pressed on. “Grandpa doesn't have many years
left. He's been comfortable in the sanatorium. Do you really want to disrupt his
peace, burden him with the family’s troubles?”

A wave of nausea hit Brielle, revolted by their attitude. Julian was their kin as
well, yet it seemed she was the only one who cared for him now.

Brielle knew that if she stayed silent, the Haywoods, true to form, would waste no
time involving Julian. Her grip on the blanket grew fierce, the veins on her hands
standing out as a testament to her rising anger.