Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"I bet she had some feelings for you. I mean, a woman has plenty of ways to avoid having a baby, but she chose to keep it. Maybe she started to care about you, but just couldn't wrap her head around it at the time." King's gaze flickered, and a calm expression settled on his face.

"She tried everything, but I stopped her."

Brielle fell silent, pondering what kind of deep-seated issues could drive two people to such extremes. Poor Isaac.

Luckily, Isaac, like Max, lived in his own world. He was spared from the pain of a mother who never showed up, unaffected by her cold absence. Otherwise, being stuck in the shadow of feeling 'unwanted' could be a tough scar to heal.

As the saying goes, some spend their lives being healed by their childhood, while others spend their lives healing from it.

After dinner, Brielle took a moment to sit in the garden, enjoying the long-missed sunshine while watching Isaac play with Noir. Noir was endlessly entertained by the oversized cat teaser, his glossy black fur shimmering in the sunlight-a clear sign of his well-fed status.

A smile crept onto Brielle's lips but quickly faded as thoughts of Max and King clouded her mind. What would happen to Isaac if King disappeared?Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Isaac was different from other kids. Despite his speech impairment, he was incredibly smart. He made sharp decisions even when being chased, his thoughts were intricate.

If anything happened to King, Isaac would be the first to sense it. His mother didn't want him, and now the father he knew might vanish. Brielle couldn't bear the thought. It was agonizing.

Rubbing her temples, she noticed Isaac was warming up to her. After overhearing her phone conversation about making King disappear, his demeanor had changed from hostility to a cool acceptance, no longer avoiding her.

Brielle hoped their relationship could deepen, but what about Max? It was a dilemma she couldn't navigate, so she chose to stop thinking about it.

Pulling out her phone, she caught up on recent events. The North American royalty was under intense international scrutiny, even facing a global press conference.

The landslide on that mountain, with

most of the unearthed bodies being North American, pointed to a grim reality-the royal family was implicated, sparking global media outrage.

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"What secrets does that mountain hold? Is the royal family conducting forbidden research behind the world's back?"

"Who were those people in white coats, identified as having 'died' once before?"

"Rumors are circulating about a resurrected genius from within the family, now claiming to have been imprisoned there. The North

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American royal family owes the

world an explanation."

A nation undertaking hazardous research could pose a threat to the entire globe. Each question at the press conference was razor-sharp.

The event was being broadcasted

live. Brielle, unsatisfied with her phone's small screen, joined King in the living room to watch the drama unfold on the large TV.

As soon as she settled next to him, King, like a magnet to steel, wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let go.

Brielle didn't mind; her attention was fixed on the screen. King couldn't help but vent about the royal family.

"When I was working with them, they spiked my drink and even tried to set me up with a princess."

Brielle raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. "You and the princess?"

"Didn't happen."

"It was always you."