Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1064

Max didn’t wake up because of any loud noise or because King was scheming something against Brielle. It was the presence of the child that jolted him awake.

The kid's words to Brielle had struck a nerve in him too. Max knew Brielle inside out. She would end up feeling guilty because of this kid and his words would cause her pain, even though she was clueless about it for now.

Isaac stayed quiet, fiddling with a nearby cat toy. Max was weak, but it wasn’t a physical thing; it was all mental exhaustion. King had always known about Max’s existence, but Max had only recently started to suspect something, while King had been plotting for years.

Now, new information was slowly filling Max's mind. Even though it helped him understand some of King’s actions, it was a heavy mental load that needed time to process. On top of that, his body had just gotten off the meds, which made his headaches worse, giving King more chances to take over.

Max had only scratched the surface of what King had done and knew nothing about the deeper plans. Both Max and King were geniuses, but King had always had the upper hand in their battle. If there was anyone who could pull one over on Max, it had to be King.

As Max stared at the little one in front of him, memories of a misunderstanding with Brielle floated to the surface. He recalled watching a father and daughter through a car window and wondering what it would be like if Brielle had a kid. He had thought he’d make a great dad.

But reality was different. He wasn’t the father he thought he’d be. The feud between Brielle and King was still a mystery to him. He could only catch snippets when King revisited those memories.

He didn’t think it was unfair because he understood why King existed. Isaac was better off than Max had been as a child. At least Isaac could express himself. Max, as a kid, didn’t even know when he was hungry and sometimes ended up locked in the attic, nearly starving before someone found him.

The psychiatrist Martha had brought in always said things that tormented him, making him want to run away. Back then, he wasn’t even ten and didn’t have the cunning he had now. Most kids would cry when they were hurt or wait for an adult to pick them up when they fell. But Max’s first thought when he felt pain was how to hide it. He wanted to shift it, but he didn’t know onto whom.