Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1396

"Yeah, just a young girl, Tiffanie, I think that's her name. I tried to get her to see our hospital's psychologist, but she flat-out refused. I've been worried sick all day, but there's only so much I can do. Someone determined to self-destruct isn't something I can fix with my own two hands."

Lewis seemed to be venting, but he noticed Mason's grip on his spoon tighten until his knuckles turned white.

"She has severe depression?"

"Uh, yeah. Her wrists are covered in scars from cutting. It must have been mild before, but now it's severe. I've never seen someone so desperate to die, so I made a note of her name. She's also dealing with domestic violence. She came in with a swollen face, a perforated stomach, and bruises all around her neck from being strangled. Not sure if it was her family who did it."

Mason's eyelashes fluttered down, his fingertips trembling.

Tiffanie didn’t have much family in North America. When they were together, she didn’t really have a job, just quietly waiting at home for him to return, or sometimes helping out at the Unicorn Café. They were practically inseparable.

Back then, she used to call Max "Maxie," but now there hadn’t been any contact. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have come to this.

After finishing his piece, Lewis didn’t look at Mason but waved over a waiter to order.

"Mason, what's up? Trouble at the office? You seem out of sorts."

Mason didn't respond. During their meal, they reminisced about their days on the school basketball team.

Then Lewis got a call about some emergency surgery he had to perform.

"Sorry, gotta head back to the hospital."

Mason nodded, stayed put, finding the setting sun glaringly bright.

He shielded his eyes, feeling as if his feet had taken root, unsure of what to do next.

Severe depression?

How could Tiffanie have severe depression?

After learning about her identity, he had some folks in Beaconsfield dig into her past.