Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Inside the castle, Brielle felt a sudden urge to rummage through the cabinet for a first aid kit.

"This place has been deserted for ages. Any medicine in there is probably expired," King said, breaking her train of thought.

"Then I'll call a doctor over," Brielle suggested.noveldrama

King wasn't a fan of outsiders in his domain, but he knew that rejecting medical help would blow his cover of pretending to be sick-possibly earning him a metaphorical slap in the face. So, he reluctantly agreed. "Fine," he muttered.

He took the initiative and called his personal physician. Upon hearing it was a stomach issue, the doctor arrived with some highly effective antacids and disposed of the outdated meds.

"For severe stomach pains, take three of these, four of those, three times a day," the doctor instructed Brielle, noticing King clutching his stomach on the couch in apparent discomfort. He decided to administer a stronger dose. "Give him this as well; it should work faster."

Brielle escorted the doctor to the door and asked for two bottles of vitamins before he left. King, lounging on the couch, was pleased to see her bustling around for his sake.

Brielle stored away the potent medications the doctor had left behind, knowing King was only pretending to be ill. Concerned about potential side effects, she opted for a safer route.

She grabbed two vitamins and headed to the kitchen to fetch some warm water.

"Take these if you're still in pain," she said, handing him the pills.

King, no fool, remembered the doctor's specific instructions-three of this, four of that, plus an additional medication. Now, Brielle was offering only two pills. What was going on?

He frowned but listened as she explained, "I asked for a different medicine when I saw the doctor out. It's supposed to work faster."

So, she couldn't bear to see him in pain. King felt a wave of comfort wash over him. He promptly took the pills from Brielle and swallowed them down.

His demands didn't cease after the medicine; one moment he wanted fruit, the next, a leg massage. Previously, to distinguish himself from Max, he made grand entrances, always surrounded by attendants.

This was his way of clearly showing Brielle that they were not the same person. But now, there was no need for such pretenses, so he sent his attendants away.

Brielle, sitting by his side, noted his improved mood-a stark contrast to the sheer panic he exhibited outside the school earlier-and breathed a sigh of relief. Somehow, she couldn't bear to see him in distress. "Brielle, massage here for me, would you?" King guided her hand to his stomach.

Brielle glanced at him, then silently placed her hand over his abdomen. He squinted his eyes, seemingly unaware of the gesture. Feeling more relaxed, he grew drowsy and eventually fell asleep using her leg as a pillow. Just before drifting off, he mumbled, "That medicine really works wonders. My stomach feels warm and comfortable."

Brielle, holding back a smile, thought about the effectiveness of vitamins in producing such warmth. Well, let him be.

Meanwhile, at Unicorn Corporation, Mason wasn't working late today. He and Tiffanie had planned to head home early since it was his birthday. As they drove out, Tiffanie spotted Everett in a sharp suit not far off.

Mason recognized him too; he'd seen photos of his father before. Everett, looking thinner but liberated from the Dorsey family's clutches, appeared rejuvenated. Determined to make up for his past neglect, he had been searching for his son, albeit with dwindling hope.

Mason, observing Everett, felt a mix of emotions. This wasn't their first encounter, but Mason had always kept his distance, reminded of his late mother's helplessness and her curses against the Dorsey family and Everett.

Turning to Tiffanie, Mason asked her to wait, intending to confront Everett. Understanding his intent yet pretending ignorance, Tiffanie nodded.

Stepping out of the car, Mason

approached the figure that haunted

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his family's past. Everett, mid-conversation with a passerby looked up to find Mason standing before him. The sight of his son, bearing a striking resemblance to his first love, overwhelmed him with guilt and regret.

Hastily adjusting his suit, Everett took a step forward. "Mason."

With a polite nod, Mason greeted, "Everett."

Their exchange, though cordial, deepened the chasm between them, underscoring the complex web of family, loss, and longing.