Chapter 279


    The hatred was likeva, scalding Brielle’s heart until it trembled. She feared Cameron might take


    another drastic measure, but he merely gazed at her with profound intensity, barely clinging to his


    sanity.


    “Lillian’s lost three fingers, Brielle. If you want Grandpa to live out his days in peace, you’ll tell Max to


    back off. Lillian should be out of the station by now. Three fingers should suffice to quench your grudge,


    right? If I don’t get your call by six tonight, I’ll pay Grandpa a visit.


    With that, he followed the doctor who had entered, helping Miranda as they left.


    The moment the hospital door shut, Aubree retched again, her face deathly pale. “Were those really


    Lillian’s fingers?”


    Brielle leaned back against her pillow, her voice calm. “Yeah.”


    This was Aubree’s first brush with such a scene, her stomach churning with acid, feeling as if her very


    teeth were souring. “Bri, Max couldn’t have done this, could he?”


    “No, it wasn’t him.”


    Maybe Max had another side to him, but he’d never present such a gruesome gift.


    Then who? Who harbored such deep resentment towards Lillian? Her head throbbed with the effort of


    thinking, but no clear leads emerged.


    Aubree packed away the food she’d brought, tossing it into the trash can. “Could it be someone. else


    from the Dorsey family trying to scare you?”


    Brielle considered William and Ryan, but such an act served them no benefit. Besides, Ryan was still


    searching for Spencer and couldn’t afford to be distracted by other matters.


    “I don’t know.”


    Brielle’s head ached, the shock of those severed fingers still lingering in her mind. And now. with


    Cameron’s threat, should she really contact Max and ask him to stop?


    As Cameron had said, Julian was a Haywood through and through. The downfall of the Haywood


    family would surely affect him. Julian didn’t have many days left.


    Brielle was torn, feeling as though something was drilling into her head.


    Sensing Brielle’s exhaustion, Aubree stood up. “Bri, don’t take this the wrong way, but while Julian’s


    been good to you, you’ve been just as good to him as well. He’s the Haywood’s responsibility, not


    yours. They have no right to use him to manipte you. Think about all the hurt they’ve inflicted on


    you. Can you really let it go just like that? If Max really took action for you, and you tell him to stop,


    what does that make him? Weigh it out. I’lle and check on youter.”


    To survive in the cutthroat circles of Beaconsfield, you had to let go of some things–like.


    Chapter 279


    emotions, like humanity. The more you discarded, the higher you rose. Those who couldn’t let go


    ended up achieving nothing.


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    If she continued to be shackled by the Haywoods‘ demands, she would indeed aplish nothing.


    However, Brielle’s mind conjured Julian’s face, kind and benevolent, one of the most significant figures


    in her life, along with Mark.


    But now, both had be leverage against her.


    She nced down at her legs and smiled faintly.


    Downstairs, Miranda had woken up after being pinched at the vital point. The image of those three


    fingers haunted her vision, making her bolt upright. “Lillian, my poor girl. I must go to your grandfather!”


    Cameron looked pale, his heart aching unbearably.


    The pain Lillian must be feeling without her fingers… Were there other injuries besides her fingers?


    Who would have the audacity to bypass the police and take matters into their own hands?


    Miranda clutched Cameron’s arm with a desperate tone. “If we don’t act now, we might lose Lillian. We


    can’t wait any longer. Go to the station, and check on Lillian. I’ll go see your grandfather and have him


    plead with Brielle in person. I refuse to believe that Julian kneeling before Brielle won’t move her to


    meet our demands.”


    A dark look crossed Cameron’s eyes. Though it felt somewhat unfair to Grandpa, that old man had


    been secluded in a care facility for years, his ties with the family fading. Like Brielle, he was bing


    a peripheral figure of the Haywoods.


    “Alright, I’ll go to the station.”


    He was truly worried about Lillian and needed to see her right away.


    Miranda’s eyes shed with malice as she hurriedly left the hospital. Those three fingers, like al curse,


    were etched deeply into her mind.


    Mother and daughter shared a bond; she could almost feel Lillian’s agony.