Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Alivia rushed to the sanatorium, her heart sinking as she saw the crowd of people still waiting in the corridor. Her eyes instantly welled up as she approached the doctor. "How's Martha doing?"

"Ms. Alivia, Ms. Martha just came around for a bit and said she wanted to see you. Come on in, but please suit up in protective gear first."

Nodding, Alivia followed the doctor, slipping into the gear before proceeding inside.

She immediately spotted Martha lying in the hospital bed, tubes and wires protruding from her body. Yet, there was no sign of defeat in Martha's eyes; rather, there was a strange excitement. "Alivia, come here." Despite how uncomfortable she felt, Martha was actually agitated and thrilled. She could finally use her broken body to force Max and Brielle apart.

"Alivia, tell me, is it Max or no one for you?"

An intuition told Alivia that Martha was on the brink of a major decision. Unable to guess what it was, she affirmed with conviction. "Martha, I've been in love with Max for so many years. I am definitely the person who loves him the most in this world. I would do anything to marry him."

Her eyes shone with deep affection and a hint of shyness - the mark of true love.

Speaking was difficult for Martha. The doctors weren't exaggerating when they said she could become vegetative. Her body was frozen, but her mind was still turning sharply. "Are you sure? Marrying Max could make you the target of a lot of anger. Would you still want it?" "I would!" Alivia's voice brimmed with resolve, her eyes sparkling. "Nothing else would have meaning if I can't be with Max. I've worked my way to this point, to this position, just for him to give me a second glance."

They were alone in the intensive care unit with the curtains drawn, and nobody knew what they were discussing or saw their movements.

Martha felt a deep sense of relief and affection as she watched Alivia. "I understand. Do you remember what I told you? I'd lay down my life to unite you with Max."

Alivia's heart raced, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Alivia, whatever you desire, I will fight for it. Because you are my..." Martha paused, letting out a weary sigh. "There's a vial of medicine next to you. Do you see it? Inject it into the IV bag. It will keep my mind clear for another month, but after that, I will die." Alivia's pupils dilated slightly, half-expecting this to be some sort of joke.

Martha's gaze was determined, her lips curving into a faint smile. "You said you'd do anything for Max, right?"

In truth, Alivia didn't hesitate for a second, but since Martha wouldn't die immediately, she felt compelled to put on a show of reluctance. "Martha, if I do this, Max will never forgive me."

"Don't worry, no one will find out. I probably won't live another month and will find a way to die sooner."

Alivia looked down, listening as Martha continued.

"Alivia, if Max stays with Brielle, it'll be worse than death for me. If my death can leave a scar in Max's heart, it'll be worth it. Can they really be at peace together, carrying the weight of my life?" FindNovel

Max wanted to escape her grasp? Impossible.

She watched him grow up under her watchful eye. He would never break free from the Dorsey family's clutches.

She wanted Max to always prioritize the Dorsey family and put being the CEO of Dorsey International first, not some lowly woman with a family of thieves. Brielle didn't deserve Max!

"Alivia, if you hesitate, it means you don't love Max enough."NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Immediately, Alivia grabbed the syringe nearby, her eyes flashing with determination. "Martha, I'll do it. I just hope you won't blame me."

"I won't blame you. You're my favorite, and you must be with Max, be happy." Martha used up the last of her energy to say this.

Once Alivia was certain that no one

would discover her actions, she

steeled herself and injected the medication into the IV bag. The medication, flowing through the IV,

would enter Martha's bloodstream.

Martha had people among the medical staff; getting hold of such a drug wasn't surprising as it had been part of her plan.

Martha drifted back to sleep. The drug would keep her unusually alert for a month, but this alertness was akin to the last burst of clarity before death.

After injecting the medication, Alivia pocketed the syringe.