Chapter 433
She was kissed breathless, gasping for air,
Max swallowed the pill, took the bottle from her hand, and placed it on the table, turning to his
mother.
Martha’s complexion had already changed the moment she saw him enter. Now, seeing Mar voluntarily take birth control, she stood up in a rage. “Maz! What in the world are you doing?
“Mother, what about you? What’s the reason for this?” His tone was indifferent as he released
Brielle’s chin.
Martha trembled, feeling as if she couldn’t breathe, on the verge of passing out. “A man, you’re a man… how can you take birth control? You’ve lost your mind!”
Martha felt a wave of weakness and fell back into her chair. “You would have her take it, but it might as well be me, Mother. You do understand the nature of Brielle’s and my relationship, right?”
Max had rarely opened up to Martha. From a very young age, he had never depended on her. but Martha had always tried to be kind to him, and he could feel it.
Unfortunately, Martha’s troubles came too early, and Max never really experienced maternal
love.
Martha remained silent because Alivia had instructed her not to let Max know that she was the one who had leaked the information. If she admitted it, there would be trouble with Alivia.
Martha sighed. “I just scared her a bit, but now it seems your relationship really isn’t simple.”
Brielle looked at Martha. Scaring her? No, Martha had a strong hostility towards her from the moment she walked in, which she couldn’t have mistaken. Then Martha had directly asked if they had done the deed, not what their relationship was, and when she asked, the disgust in her eyes was undisguised. Even birth control was prepared.
How could there possibly be birth control in a sanatorium unless Martha had guessed that Max might bring someone to see her?
Max took a deep breath and grabbed Brielle’s hand. “Mother, if you refuse to see her, I won’t bring anyone next time.”
Martha opened her mouth but, under such strong provocation, found herself at a loss for words. She turned to Brielle, her tone regaining composure. “Ms. Brielle, just remember what I told you.”
If she got pregnant, then between the child and Martha, only one could live. This was meant to drive Brielle into a corner, and Brielle was quite certain Martha was not joking. The Dorsey family didn’t have a single normal person.
Max sensed her stiffness and drew her into his embrace. “Mother, whatever you make Brielle
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take, I’ll take the same. If there’s ever another chance for you two to meet in the future, I hope you’ll be more pleasant,”
Martha clenched her teeth in fury but knew she couldn’t be hasty now.
Max caught them in that situation, so his heart was undoubtedly leaning towards Brielle. If Martha continued to make a fuss, it would only make Max care more for that witch.
Martha raised her hand to her chest, breathing heavily for a few moments. “Are you trying to kill me?” Her face turned deathly pale, and her fingertips curled so tightly they lost color.
Max gently pushed Brielle towards the door. “Walt for me in the car.”
His tone was cold, sending a shiver down Brielle’s spine. Brielle knew he was angry, but she had no choice. Her eyes fell, and that feeling of exhaustion spread from the depths of her heart. It felt like the whole world was against her and Max being together.
Her stomach felt terrible, and as she neared the car, she turned pale and leaned against a nearby tree, feeling queasy. The birth control pills, though not swallowed, cast a long shadow over her. Every pore screamed discomfort.
Brielle’s forehead was covered in sweat, and she noticed a pain starting in her stomach. She sat down on a nearby bench and saw several doctors rush into Martha’s room from the other
end of the corridor.
Martha was having an episode.
Martha had her hands pinned by Max and was screaming and flailing, a stark contrast to her usual composure. Max’s suit was wrinkled from her grasp, and the doctor quickly administered a sedative.
“Max, we’ve discussed not agitating Ms. Martha.”
Max saw that Martha’s face had calmed down and touched his chin. There was a long scratch from her nails, not the first he’d received, and something he was used to.
“Sorry, it was an accident.” His voice was flat, and the doctor, noting his displeasure, didn’t dare provoke him further.
After Martha had settled, Max gave a few instructions and then headed out. A few steps later. he saw Brielle sitting on the stone bench and frowned. Her face was deathly pale.
Brielle looked up at him, confirming that it wasn’t just her imagination Max was truly angry.
“Get in the car.” His voice was flat as he took his place behind the wheel.
Brielle reluctantly took the passenger seat.
The drive was silent: the atmosphere was so heavy it was frightening.
