Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580 

No sooner had the words left her lips than Brielle advanced, shoving her forcefully toward the sink. Alivia’s face drained of color from the pain, her whole being trapped In a mix of shock and fear, “Brielle! What do you think you’re doing?!” 

Brielle had trained in Taekwondo and was a black belt no less. Even with an injured hand, it didn’t stop her from exerting force. Using her uninjured hand, she pressed Alivia’s head under the faucet and turned on the cold tap. The shock of the cold water made Alivia want to scream, her mind filled with nothing but astonishment. 

“Thanks, Ms. Alivia, for washing my hands. Tit for tat, I’m just returning the favor with a hair wash- no thanks needed.” 

Alivia struggled furiously, but all her efforts were as futile as throwing stones into the ocean. She was the youngest head of research, a spoiled lady of the Barnes family. Everyone else treated her with the utmost respect, and here was Brielle, daring to manhandle her into a sink. 

This damn bitch! 

No matter how angry she was, she couldn’t break free from Brielle’s grip. The cold was biting. In this weather, having her head doused in cold water leeched away all her strength. 

Before slowly letting go, Brielle cranked the water to full blast, ensuring Alivia’s entire head was submerged. Her wrist was still bleeding, the blood spreading in the water with a rusty taint. 

“Ms. Alivia, an eye for an eye. How’s that for a refreshing winter hair wash?” Brielle’s tone was infuriatingly nonchalant. Releasing her grip, Brielle left promptly, avoiding any further madness from Alivia. 

The hallway had other servants. Alivia wouldn’t dare chase after her, not wanting to tarnish her image as the Barnes family’s treasured jewel. 

“Ah!” Alivia’s rage echoed from inside. Even in this furious state, she was concerned about being seen in such disarray, so she was both restrained and resentful. 

She glared at Brielle’s retreating back. Her fingertips curled so tightly that her nails nearly pierced her skin. She had never hated someone so much, wishing they would just disappear. 

She was determined to make Brielle pay the price! What right did this charity home upstart have to compare herself to her? 

Alivia sneezed, her lips turning a pale shade of purple from the chill. She wrapped her arms around herself, grinding her teeth in anger, tasting the metallic tang of blood. 

After leaving, Brielle received a message from Max, indicating he would be delayed and suggesting she head back home. With her wrist in that condition, she couldn’t meet him anyway, so after sending a reply, she hailed a cab and headed for the hospital. 

The same doctor who had bandaged her earlier frowned upon seeing her return, especially since the bandage was gone and the wound appeared waterlogged. “Young people these 

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days… don’t you care about your bodies at all? Didn’t your boyfriend see you were hurt?” the doctor chastised while rewrapping Brielle’s wrist. 

Brielle winced, relieved to see the stitches were still intact. 

“You must be careful not to get tetanus. That can be deadly,” the doctor warned. 

“Sure, thanks, Doctor,” Brielle responded, feeling utterly drained. 

Noticing the weariness in her eyes, the doctor offered some unsolicited advice. “Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?” 

“No, we’re just both really busy, and his family… they don’t exactly warm up to me.”