Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287 

The nurse in front of her slowly turned, her eyes just about to land on the vase Lillian was holding. 

Lillian snapped back to reality. There were still people at the door. Even if she could silence this nurse, the people outside would hear the commotion. Reluctantly, she set the vase down without a sound. 

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and another nurse walked in. “Has Ms. Brielle been given her medication? Everyone out now. Let her rest properly.” 

The new nurse, noticing the other people in the room, frowned deeply. “Ms. Brielle is not accepting visitors at this time.” 

She was more cautious than the rest, her eyes scrutinizing Lillian. A woman with her face hidden–who could tell what she was up to, sneaking in for a visit in the dead of night? 

Lillian abandoned the thought of suffocating Brielle right there and then. A new idea had taken root in her mind. If she succeeded, Brielle would live, but in far greater agony. 

Under the nurse’s watchful eye, Lillian left the room. 

The nurse stayed behind, her brow furrowed as she made sure Brielle was alright before she finally exhaled in relief. 

Out in the corridor, Lillian’s eyes were ablaze with fury, but she forced herself to cool down. She had to focus on the next phase of her plan. She walked down the hall, and after gaining some distance, she looked back at Brielle’s hospital room door. 

Two people stood guard outside, and inside, a nurse 

kept vigilant. Max really cherished that woman down to his bones. The more Lillian realized this, the deeper her hatred grew. She was the daughter of the Haywood family–this should have been her life. 

Pulling out her phone, Lillian scrolled to Max’s number. She had memorized it, once dreaming. of a day when they might talk things over calmly. She had naively thought there might be a 

chance for her, but he had been blind to her, choosing Brielle instead. 

Lillian looked down, thinking back to the nurse’s words. Apparently, the two were in a cold war. Perfect. It was as if the fate was conspiring to give her this opportunity. 

She smirked, typing out a message. [I’m at my old apartment waiting for you. Can we talk?] “Since you 

you care about Brielle, you’ll come, won’t you?” She thought to herself. 

After sending the message, she descended to the ground floor and continued to intimidate the two men who had brought her there. Relieved to see her safe, the men couldn’t help but urge. “Miss Lillian, you should head back. Mr. Cameron told you not to stir trouble. You-” 

Before they could finish. Lillian got into the car, her face frosty. “How much fuel is in the tank?” 

Chapter 287 

The men didn’t understand why she would ask such a thing, but recalling her earlier frenzy, fear 

Con into their hearts. “We just filled it up, and there’s spare gasoline in the trunk.”