Chapter 277


    The knock on the hospital room door made her furrow her brow, and both she and Aubree turned


    toward the entrant. Their expressions soured instantly upon recognizing the neers. lit was


    Cameron and Miranda. What kind of drama were these two brewing now?


    Miranda, catching sight of Brielle’s pale and weakened state, could barely suppress the urge to hex her


    with every vile curse she knew. Why hadn’t that damn driver finished the job? Brielle alive was nothing


    but a cmity.


    Brielle’s face turned icy. “What brings you here?”


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    Cameron closed the door behind him, his face etched with fatigue. Tracking down Brielle had been no


    small feat. “Brielle, do you have any idea what Max is up to? He’s targeting the Haywoods. Every single


    client has been poached, and partners are cutting ties left and right. In a matter of days, the Haywoods


    will be bankrupt.”


    “And what’s that to me?” Brielle’s tone was indifferent as she aimed to continue with her oatmeal, the


    very picture of unconcern.


    Fuming. Miranda advanced, ready to send Brielle’s bowl flying.


    A sharp look crossed Brielle’s eyes as she met Miranda’s gaze, “Try it, I dare you.”


    Miranda recoiled, fear flickering in her eyes, but remembering their mission, she clenched her teeth. “If


    you hadn’t shamelessly thrown yourself at Max, why would he have targeted us? He’s after us because


    of you. You need to fix this mess.”


    “Need to?” Brielle couldn’t help but chuckle at the entitlement in Miranda’s voice, leisurely continuing


    her meal.


    “Unless I’m mistaken, you’re here to beg, right? Is that how you ask for favors?”


    Miranda shook with anger, her face a kaleidoscope of fury. Before she could act on her impulse to spill


    the bowl, Brielle preempted her, flipping the soup right onto Miranda’s head.


    Dumbstruck, Miranda felt the thick soup slide down her cheeks.


    “That’s for the coffee you threw, Miranda,” Brielle said, epting a napkin from Aubree and


    meticulously wiping her fingers.


    With her face smeared in soup, Miranda’s lips turned an ugly shade of blue.


    Cameron, who had been silent, stopped any further outburst and stared coldly at Brielle. He knew well


    beforeing that Brielle would not be inclined to help the Haywoods. It was time for his trump card.


    “Brielle, what about Grandpa if the family goes under? His health is already failing. He needs constant


    care at the sanatorium. If he hears about the bankruptcy, how long do you think he’llst? The


    Haywood n might have turned their backs on you, but Grandpa has always been there for you with


    an open heart. Do you want to be responsible for his demise, and live with that guilt forever?”


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    Brielle’sshes quivered, her grip on the nket tightening unconsciously. Grandpa Julian had indeed


    always been her champion, the only one opposing the idea of bringing Lillian from the orphanage into


    the Haywood home, iming it wasn’t fair to Brielle. But at the time, Brielle, considering the bond with


    Lillian, had convinced Julian, and thus Lillian came to stay.


    Since then. Julian had always been by her side, spoiling her with little gifts until he had that fall, which


    led to years of slumber and subsequently, a life confined to the sanatorium, his health deteriorating day


    by day. Scarcely any of the Haywoods visited him, leaving him in his solitude. Brielle hadn’t set foot in


    the sanatorium since learning about Lillian’s affair with Spencer – Julian adored Spencer, believing he


    would bring her happiness. And she was particrly bad at lying to such a loving elder, so avoidance


    had been her tactic.


    Now, however, the Haywoods were using Grandpa Julian to strong–arm her once again.


    Cameron, seeing a shift in her, pressed on. “Grandpa doesn’t have many years left. He’s been


    comfortable in the sanatorium. Do you really want to disrupt his peace, burden him with the family’s


    troubles?”


    A wave of nausea hit Brielle, revolted by their attitude. Julian was their kin as well, yet it seemed she


    was the only one who cared for him now.


    Brielle knew that if she stayed silent, the Haywoods, true to form, would waste no time involving Julian.


    Her grip on the nket grew fierce, the veins on her hands standing out as a testament to her rising


    anger.