Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 805

Murray's neck was bulging with veins, and his forehead was slick with sweat. Brielle was genuinely worried that if he kept up this level of distress, the wound in his throat might get even worse.

"Look, I advise you to cool it, pal, or that second chance at life you just snagged might slip right through your fingers."

But Murray clearly didn't give a hoot about his own life; he was even trying to rip open the bandages around his neck with his bare hands, eager to tear at the wound. Brielle's pupils narrowed, and she swiftly chopped the back of his neck. Murray passed out, and Brielle immediately called for a doctor.

She'd never seen anyone this hell-bent on self-destruction. Was he trying to rip open his own scar and bleed out? He cared nothing for his own life. Or maybe, because his sweetheart wanted him dead, he was obediently ready to give up his life. Brielle's eyes darkened. This kind of extreme love surely left a trail. This guy probably saw his partner as his entire world.

She got up and left the hospital room to speak with the doctor.

"I want to know where his clothes are. Was there anything in them?"

It was either something given to him by that woman, or something he kept for her.

"Ms. Brielle, his clothes were sent for cleaning. There weren't any peculiar items, just a few pieces of candy. They were water-damaged, so we disposed of them."

Candy? Brielle frowned. Just a few pieces of candy didn't give her much to work with. And judging by the man's current state of mind, he probably wouldn't be willing to share any information.

As she left the hospital, she unexpectedly bumped into Michael, who was accompanied by his butler, entering the hospital. Brielle was on her way out, and there was Michael, on his way in. The doorway was only so wide, leading to an inevitable encounter.

Michael's palm rested on a cane, and he seemed fairly robust, just a bit under the weather. Brielle didn't think he looked sick, more likely someone else was ill. And for Michael to personally visit, it must be the Barnes family patriarch.

"Brielle."

Michael spoke up, while his butler, carrying a fruit basket, practiced discretion.

"Michael."