Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286 

Lillian sneered inwardly, her heart as cold as ice. She shut the door behind her with a soft click and turned to face her nemesis, Brielle, lying on the hospital bed. 

Brielle’s face was flushed with fever, an IV needle piercing the back of her hand, pumping life–saving fluids into her bloodstream. 

Fate, it seemed, was on Lillian’s side today. 

A wicked grin flickered across Lillian’s face as she grabbed a pillow from the bedside and pressed it down hard over Brielle’s face. “You bitch! Go to hell!” Her knuckles whitened with the force she applied, every muscle in her arm straining. 

Brielle didn’t even have time to utter a word; her breathing became more labored by the second. Her nightmare was turning into a horror show, the dark sky above seemed to drop an unreal shroud devoid of oxygen, and she was suffocating. 

“Help,” she gasped in her mind. 

But Lillian was relentless, her grin twisted as she kept the pressure on. 

At this critical moment, someone was knocking at the door, seemingly about to enter at any second. Grinding her teeth in annoyance, Lillian quickly removed the pillow and tossed it aside. Brielle’s cellphone lay on the bedsheet, unguarded. Lillian snatched it up and, using Brielle’s fingerprint, unlocked the device. 

Just then, the nurse entered, carrying a tray filled with various medications. She gave Lillian a suspicious glance. “Are you here to see Ms. Brielle? May I ask who you are?” 

Max had entrusted the nurse to be vigilant with his patient, and not for a moment could she let her guard down. No sooner had she stepped out than someone new had appeared in the room. 

Lillian pulled her hat down lower, “I’m her family, just wanted to check in on her. Is she okay?” 

Suspicion lurked in the depths of the nurse’s eyes, but Lillian’s demeanor didn’t give away anything out of the ordinary, so she just shook her head. “Just a bad tase of anxiety, some rest and she’ll be fine.” 

The nurse prepared the injection, as Lillian spoke up, “Max asked me to come by and check on her, glad to hear she’s doing well.” 

Lillian’s words were a probe, with the increase in staff at the door, she couldn’t help but suspect they were Max’s people. After all, who else would care about Brielle? 

At the mention of Max, a flicker of surprise crossed the nurse’s face, and her defenses dropped, her lips curving into a smile. “You’re here on Max’s behalf? He’s not only handsome and wealthy, but he’s also so attentive to his girlfriend. Ms. Brielle is really lucky. They must’ve had a row. Max couldn’t come by day, so he sneaks in at night to visit Ms. Brielle. She’s truly 

blessed.” 

The nurse turned her back to administer the medication, unaware of the malignant hatred contorting Lillian’s face. 

Lillian gripped the phone so tightly she wished she could crush it. Her mind replayed the nurse’s words on a loop.