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, Allvla 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 clan 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 planned 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?

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

Aubree was similarly 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 vigilance is natural for Max.”

Andrew’s family, the Clements, lacked numerous heirs, so he couldn’t quite understand the constant vigilance that came from being targeted by one’s own kin from a young age. Max’s journey had likely made him more composed 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?”