Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342 

Alivia watched his retreating figure, a hint of infatuation flickering in her eyes. 

She had met plenty of men, each like a firework at her fingertips, bright for a moment before fading into dull ash. But Max was different, a constant presence in her life, like the North Star, illuminating her entire existence. No matter who the other woman was, Alivia was determined to eliminate her competition. 

A sharp glint crossed her gaze. 

Raised as an elite lady of high society, she had been groomed for greatness from a young age. Upon reaching an age of awareness, she began to scout for a suitable future husband. 

It was at one of those high–society parties that she first laid eyes on Max. Even then, he possessed an aura of unapproachability, standing stoically beside Michael. 

Pride emanated from Michael as he proclaimed to everyone that this boy was the chosen heir to the Dorsey family legacy. Immediately, the atmosphere thickened with significant glances. Alivia even thought she saw a few glares, sharp enough to cut. 

Max, the youngest son of Michael and Martha, had nearly cost his mother her life at birth. And indeed, he had shown extraordinary abilities from an early age. Yet, he was only ten when Michael announced him as the next heir. Facing siblings nearly two decades his senior, how did he survive the conspiracies that surely followed? 

Nobody knew how many assassination attempts Max had endured. To the adults, a ten–year–old child was like a fish on a chopping board. 

Alivia etched that face in her memory. 

It was only after eavesdropping on the grown–ups at home that she understood Michael’s intentions. The heir of the Dorsey family had to pass through trials by fire. Leaking the news early was a test for Max. 

If he lived to adulthood, the title would be his. If he died, he would simply be a stepping stone for someone else’s success. This was Michael’s philosophy of leadership. 

A successful person was often built upon a mound of defeated adversaries. 

Alivia quelled the surge of emotion in her chest, softening her tone. “Max, you’ve barely rested two hours. Aunt Martha’s condition needs further observation. Why don’t you rest a bit more?” 

“Alivia, thank you.” 

A ring of red marks marred Alivia’s neck, remnants of Martha’s ruthless attack. Had it not been for timely intervention, Alivia might have been seriously hurt. But she shrugged off the incident. If sacrificing her life was the price for a chance with Max, she would pay it without hesitation. 

No one knew the depth of her obsession with Max, even if it meant becoming a demon herself. 

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“I’m okay. But are we sure about using this new medication? It’s only been in research for two years. Though it can suppress Aunt Martha’s condition, there are potential side effects.” 

If Martha’s condition were merely madness, It would be manageable. But in her frenzied states, she would lash out at anyone nearby, and in their absence, she would turn on herself. This was the extreme manifestation of bipolar and depressive disorders. Martha had even bitten her own arteries in an attempt to sever them. 

Martha was a danger to others and herself. Without a better option, Max would never consider such medication. But if they did nothing, Martha would never regain her sanity and remain at beast capable of attack.