Chapter 463


    Allvia’s love for Max was like a wildfire, reckless and all–consuming. If Max were to die tonight, she


    would follow him without hesitation. Therefore, Max had no choice but to love her and her alone.


    Now was the perfect opportunity. Michael, out of loyalty to Spencer, was gunning for Brielle, and with


    Max incapacitated for the moment, All had ample time to foster a bond between the two. Everything


    was unfolding just as she had hoped, smoothly and without hindrance,


    Downstairs at the hospital, members of the Dorsey n were leaving in a procession of sleek


    cars.


    Victoria climbed into her vehicle, casting a disgusted look at Tiffanie, who lingered outside. “What are


    you even doing here? Don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re one of the Harkins. Your haven’t managed


    to earn Everett’s affection yet. You’re a waste of space, barely worth the air you breathe. You might as


    well be dead.”


    The more Victoria thought about it, the angrier she became. Her disdain deepened at the glimpse of a


    tattoo peeking from Tiffanie’s neck. “I can’t fathom what sort of lowlife your real. father was, but you’re


    certainly his spitting image. Stay away from the Dorsey’s affairs in the future, would you?”


    “Mom, I got it. Just go.” Tiffanie replied with rare tranquility, her smile unwavering as she watched


    Victoria.


    Victoria’s stomach churned at that smile. She had always loathed her daughter and tried many ways to


    torment her, yet Tiffanie remained resilient, often popping up when least expected. Instead of breaking.


    Tiffanie had developed a carefree personality. Victoria just couldn’t understand it.


    Too fed up to look at Tiffanie any longer, Victoria drove away.


    Both Brielle and Maxie


    The moment she left. Tiffanie’s smile vanished. Trouble was brewing. were in dire straits, and with her


    grandfather’s orders, Tiffanie couldn’t reach either of them. What should she do?


    Tiffanie was beside herself with worry. As for Victoria’s recent insults, they barely registered to her. Her


    primary concern was Brielle. The Dorseys nned to pressure the police; who knew what Brielle might


    endure in custody?


    Maxie was still unconscious and would be unreachable even if he woke, since his phone had been


    confiscated.


    Frantically pacing. Tiffanie wondered whom she could turn to.


    Andrew? Unlikely. He had never been fond of Brielle and probably wouldn’t mind seeing her stuck in jail


    forever.


    Kenzo?


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    Overwhelmed and with dawn approaching. Tiffanie couldn’t think clearly.


    Aubree was simrly anxious. She had followed the police to the station, where they had initially


    agreed to let her see Brielle. But then, a phone call changed everything, and she was abruptly turned


    away. Someone had given the station orders.


    Aubree was raised in the thick of these circles and was no stranger to such scenarios. But with Max


    incapacitated, she had no allies to turn to. She was about to lose her cool when she tentatively dialed


    Andrew’s number.


    Andrew and Kenzo were holed up in the hospital lounge, having overheard the Dorsey family’s


    conversations. If they showed themselves, they’d be obliged to engage in pleasantries, something they


    were both keen to avoid.


    The Dorsey family seemed to be on the precipice of a significant shift.


    Andrew’s lips curled into a half–smile as he casually flipped a doctor’s pen over in his hand. “Kenzo,


    what’s your take?”


    Sitting with a straight back and an amused twinkle in his eye, Kenzo simply said, “Quite intriguing.”


    Andrew scoffed softly. “Sometimes I really don’t get you. I was worried sick, and you’re acting like it’s


    no big deal. Weren’t you even a bit concerned for Max? With Ryan pulling a stunt like that, even I might


    not have dodged the bullet.”


    Kenzo’s eyes slowly closed, his voice still gentle. “Michael chose him as the heir at age ten, so a little


    vignce is natural for Max.”


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    Andrew’s family, the Clements,cked numerous heirs, so he couldn’t quite understand the constant


    vignce that came from being targeted by one’s own kin from a young age. Max’s journey had likely


    made him moreposed and more ruthless than most. There was little to worry about. “Even if Max


    willingly walked into the jaws of death.” Kenzo mused, “the reaper himself might think twice before


    taking him.”


    Andrew lowered his gaze, his brow furrowed. “And what about Brielle? You heard what they said. Are


    you okay with letting her rot in jail?”