Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

“Lillian, you’re the best, seriously. All these treats and even got us bodyguards to watch over us,” the children’s voices chimed with unrestrained joy.

“We love you the most, Lillian.”

The affection from kids was always pure and simple. Showing them kindness, and they would return it twofold.

Lillian stepped through the door, Spencer trailing behind her. When Spencer had heard that Lillian wanted to visit the orphanage, his heart had melted. She was always so kind and pure–hearted, never forgetting her roots even after finding her own slice of happiness, far from the days of the orphanage.

As Lillian entered the hall, her gaze immediately landed on the woman sitting across from the director.

“Bri?” she paused, then slowly approached, “Bri, you’re here too?”

Brielle’s lips curled into a sardonic smile upon seeing Lillian’s familiar face.

All the drama with Emily and Sophia was Lillian’s doing, yet here she was, playing the role of the devoted friend. With the director present, Brielle wasn’t keen on causing a scene.

Mark glanced between the two women, his face beaming with pride, “You’ve both grown up so much. Especially you, Lillian, even bringing a boyfriend along. Bri, you should take a break from work now and then, think about settling down yourself.”

Spencer hadn’t expected to bump into Brielle here. After a moment of discomfort, he puffed up with pride. After all, it wasn’t he who had been unfaithful, and he wanted Brielle to see what it was like to have a man who spoiled you rotten.

Like now, for instance, accompanying Lillian to the orphanage late at night and arranging for security through his contacts. Meanwhile, Brielle was on her own. What did it matter if she had all those men? They were just toying with her, tossing her aside like yesterday’s news once they were done.

A surge of satisfaction ran through Spencer, and he casually wrapped his arms around Lillian. “Mark, you have nothing to worry about. Lillian’s a gem, and I’ll take good care of her.”

The director, oblivious to the underlying tension, was all the more reassured. “Lillian’s been sensible since she was a child. She’d always stick close to Bri, who was mature beyond her years and so quiet. There were folks interested in adopting her back then, but when they wouldn’t take Lillian too, Bri refused. She could’ve left for a new family, but she stayed here for years, all for Lillian’s sake, until the Haywoods came along.”

Director Mark seemed lost in the past, a nostalgic look crossing his face.

“Bri was in tears, insisting the Haywoods take Lillian too. They were hesitant, naturally. They’d finally found their own daughter, why take on another? But Bri stood her ground, and in the end,

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Lillian went with her. I was worried Lillian might be mistreated with the Haywoods, but Bri took good care of her.”

He patted Brielle’s shoulder as he spoke.

“Bri, you’ve done well. You never complain, no matter how tough it gets. Now that Lillian’s found her place, I worry about you. When you find someone, bring him by. I’ll vet him for you.”

Lillian squirmed with discomfort at the director’s words. She never expected such a candid acknowledgment of her debt to Brielle in front of Spencer. It was unsettling, even if it was the truth. And Spencer, feeling the weight of his arm around Lillian as if it were suddenly scalding, slowly withdrew it.

Brielle, indifferent to the atmosphere between them, looked at Mark with touched eyes.

“Don’t worry, director. When I find my other half, I’ll be sure to bring him to you.”

The director nodded, “You’ve always been reliable. I know you’ve taken good care of Lillian after bringing her to the Haywoods. But don’t neglect yourself, Bri. You deserve happiness too.”

Brielle fought back the tears, touched, “I’ve indeed looked after Lillian well. Her boyfriend here, I had a hand in that match.”

The director looked surprised, then turned to Spencer, “Ah, so Bri introduced you two? Then I’m sure he’s a fine man.”

Brielle couldn’t help but smirk, sensing an unspoken irony between her and the director, “Of course, they’re perfect for each other.”

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