Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 581

Chapter 581 

Brielle wrapped her coat tighter around her as she stood outside the hospital, feeling as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. 

Meanwhile, at the sanatorium, Alivia took a moment to compose herself in the restroom. She stared into the mirror, and a cold smirk crossed her lips. 

She summoned a nurse into the room, asking about Max’s whereabouts. Alivia had her people placed in the sanatorium, and Martha had welcomed them. They were fiercely loyal to her. This nurse was one of her insiders. 

Seeing Alivia’s disheveled appearance, the nurse paled, rushing to fetch a bath towel. 

Alivia’s tone was icy, “Is Max still with Martha?” 

“No, but he is staying here tonight. His assistant came to see him, and they’re having a very important meeting. He made it clear we’re not to disturb them. Ms. Alivia, are you alright? Let me take you to get changed. You’re so cold; you’ll catch a deadly cold if you’re not careful.” 

Good, Max wasn’t around. 

A sly smile curled at the corners of Alivia’s mouth as she glanced at the nurse. “Keep your mouth shut about this. Don’t tell Max.” 

The nurse quickly looked down, pretending she hadn’t seen a thing. 

Alivia left the restroom and headed directly toward Martha’s room. Martha was sitting up in bed, still fuming over Max’s stubbornness, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. Taking in Alivia’s wet hair and purple lips, she was about to jump out of bed with worry. 

“Alivia! What on earth happened to you?” 

Alivia’s shoulders shook, and her eyes reddened, tears silently falling. 

Martha’s expression darkened, “Max wouldn’t do this. No matter how angry he is, he wouldn’t lay a hand on you. What really happened?” 

Alivia choked back a sob, wiping her tears. “Martha, I’m alright, don’t worry, about me. I just 

came to see how you were.‘ 

Martha grabbed her hand and firmly made her sit down, retrieving a clean towel from her room and placing it on Alivia’s head. “Alivia, I’ve watched you grow up, and I consider you like my own daughter. You can rest assured. You’ll be the one to marry my son.” 

Hearing this, a gleam of triumph flickered in Alivia’s eyes, though her voice sounded even more distressed. “I know, but Max is fond of Brielle now. I won’t force him.” 

“Why not just make Brielle disappear from this world?” Martha’s eyes were sharp, but her voice was soothing as she dried Alivia’s hair. “I won’t let her stand in the way of you and Max. Who did this to you? Was it that bitch?” 

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Alvia hesitated, then sighed heavily. “It was her. I saw her outside just now. She probably thought I was here to see Max. I didn’t expect her to be so strong. She pushed me against the washbasin, telling me to stay away from Max.”