Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 773

The news that Martha was on her deathbed cast a shadow over the Dorsey household. Gloom filled the air as family members flocked to the hospice where she lay fading.

Michael tasked Max with the solemn job of selecting a headstone for Martha. It was his way of driving the point home: Your mother is dying because of Brielle. Brielle has left you, and it's time to let go of her. The failed romance had cost Martha her life.

Did Michael ever love Martha? Impossible to imagine. Love was a foreign concept to the Dorsey men. He had chosen her for her youth, her compliance, and for giving him a son like Max.

Max had been a quiet child, a source of frustration and even disdain for Michael, who feared his son might be simple-minded or mute. But Martha, through some miracle or method, had awakened a remarkable talent in the boy. All those pricey sessions with child psychologists and psychiatrists hadn't been for nothing.

Michael was interested in results, not the pain Max might suffer along the way. All they needed was a worthy heir.

So, with Martha's imminent demise, Michael's presence was less about concern and more about keeping up appearances.

Among the gathering Dorseys, Alivia stood out, her eyes swollen with tears that held a glint of joy.

The doctor emerged from the ICU, removing his mask. "Ms. Martha wishes to see Ms. Alivia one last time."

Surprised, Alivia had thought Martha's final moments would be reserved for Max, especially given the lengths she had gone to control his life. With everyone around, Alivia's tears managed to spill as she entered the room alone.

Martha was a shadow of herself, ravaged by illicit medication and a burdening secret.

Once the door shut, Alivia's hidden smirk emerged. Martha was a dead woman anyway. There was no need for pleasantries now.

"Martha," she called out.

Martha's weary eyes opened, having endured agony since leaving the emergency room. But for Alivia's happiness, she'd sacrifice anything.

"Alivia," she whispered, beckoning her closer with a weak hand.

Alivia impatiently leaned in. Last words were such an inconvenience. "What is it, Martha?"

"You must be happy with Max. He will protect you," Martha managed to say.