Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 885

On the other side of town, Brielle had just stepped out of the clinic when she spotted a man in a mask standing outside as the yawning doctor was about to lock up for the night.

The sight startled her, and she almost screamed at the unexpected figure on a late evening. But before she could make a sound, a bundle of cash was tossed her way.

"How is she?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of concern and indifference.

The doctor took a step back, belatedly picking up the money off the floor. A quick count revealed a whopping five thousand dollars, making her eyes light up with greed.

"That lady's pregnant," she said.

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt a chilling surge of murderous intent that made her hands tremble, spilling the money back onto the floor.

The man wasn’t looking to harm her, though; he just stood there silently.

"Pregnant?" he repeated.

"Yes, a little over a month. I told her to rest; she's not in the best of health."

"Huh."

The doctor felt a tingling on her scalp, trembling and not daring to look at him. The air turned heavy, as if something were desperately holding back, ready to shatter the silence.

After a while, when the doctor looked up, the man was gone. If not for the scattered bills on the ground, she might have thought it was all just her imagination. She quickly gathered up the cash, stuffed it in her pocket, and couldn't lock the door fast enough.

Brielle's ride was moving at a snail's pace, so much so that dawn was breaking and they had yet to reach their destination.

Patrick had texted her, saying he'd found the village where Dustin was, but that Dustin had gone to the town to sell herbs.