Chapter 239


    Noah was hell–bent on winning Alivia’s favor, ready to pull out all the stops toplete his mission.


    Alivia was the epitome of perfection in his eyes–if only she could reciprocate his


    feelings.


    He hung up the phone, leaped out of bed, and donned a brand–new suit. Clutching a bouquet of roses,


    he made a beeline for the hospital.


    Rumors had been swirling sincest night that Brielle had been hospitalized. People imed to have


    spotted her in the ward, apanied by a man.


    Noah scoffed at the gossip, thinking that Brielle just couldn’t seem to stay away from men.


    Arriving at the hospital reception, he stated Brielle’s name with confidence. The receptionist gave him a


    once–over, remembering Max’s explicit instructions not to disclose any information about patient


    Brielle. She offered a polite smile. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s no patient by that name here at the


    hospital.”


    Noah frowned, contemting the uracy of his intel. “Could you check again, please?”


    The nurse made a show of searching once more, returning with the same result.


    Noah’s expression darkened as he stormed out of the lobby, roses in hand, and dialed his crew. “Find


    out where Brielle is. I need her location.”


    Meanwhile, upstairs, Brielle had already awoken, staring nkly out the window. Aubree. carrying a


    breakfast tray, entered the room and upon seeing the bandages around Brielle’s wrist, quickly shut the


    door behind her. “I heard you knocked Tessa out with your words, and you’re still alive to tell the tale.


    Pretty badass.”


    Aubree’s words wereced with sarcasm, yet her eyes carefully scanned Brielle’s body, relieved to see


    her condition wasn’t too bad. “Bri, there’s news from the Rond estate this morning. Tessa’s been


    hospitalized again, and it sounds more serious thanst night.”


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    A wry smile tugged at Brielle’s lips.


    Aubree sat down, spooning soup into her mouth. “I bet the Ronds won’t let this slide. Max. could’ve


    left the country anytime, but he chose now, of all times, to leave.”


    Brielle coughed weakly. “Don’t say that. I can’t expect his protection forever.”


    Aubree paused, stirring the porridge before speaking, “You don’t like Max?”


    “It’s not that. It’s that I’m afraid to.”


    Facing a man like Max, anyone would be moved. That Brielle hadn’t fallen for him was probably a feat


    only she could achieve.


    Aubree chuckled bitterly. “Bri, you really are different from me. I used to say you’d understand why I


    endured so much to stay by Andrew’s side once you were in my shoes. Seems like you’ll


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    never get there. Come on, eat your soup. Let’s forget about men.


    Brielle nodded, but before she could finish her meal, the door was kicked open by an enraged Andrew,


    with a resigned Kenzo trailing behind.


    Andrew’s gaze was fiery as itnded on Brielle. He strode forward and seized her wrist.


    Brielle’s wrist was still tender, and his grip caused the wound to burst open, blood seeping through the


    bandage.


    “Brielle! You’reing with me. You owe Tessa an apology at her hospital room door.” Andrew was


    never gentle with women, especially one he despised like Brielle.


    Kenzo grabbed Andrew’s wrist, frowning in disapproval, “Andrew, calm down.”


    “How can I be calm when Tessa is fighting for her life in the ICU?”


    Brielle’s face paled with pain as she was nearly pulled off the bed.


    “Bang!”


    Aubree had seen enough. She dumped the remaining soup over Andrew’s head. Silence fell. Andrew


    instinctively let go of Brielle, feeling the warmth drip down his scalp.


    He turned to Aubree, his voice dark and menacing after a moment. “Are you looking for


    trouble?


    Aubree inhaled deeply, shoving him out. “You’d better go check on your fiancée. I’m afraid she might


    not make it through this one.”


    With that, Andrew yanked Aubree out of the room.


    Brielle attempted to follow but Kenzo held her down. “Let them be. They’re both willing yers in this


    mess. You don’t need to get involved.”


    “But I’m worried-”


    “Brielle, you look worse.” Kenzo spoke softly, noticing the bleeding bandage on her wrist. He pressed


    the call button, signaling for a doctor.


    Down the corridor, Andrew pushed Aubree into the restroom, locked the door, and plunged his head


    under cold water.


    Once the soup was washed away, he grabbed Aubree by the wrist, pinning her against the sink.