Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

She got up, feeling an empty pit in her stomach. Aiden had gone out to get her some soup, while Addison asked if she needed any fruit. "You're looking pretty pale," Addison noted.

Brielle wasn't sure how bad she looked but did crave some fruit. Once Addison and Aiden left, she tried to get out of bed and stretch her legs. Just then, the door swung open, and a middle-aged couple barged in. Seeing only Brielle, a frail young woman, they immediately turned hostile.

"This was our room last month. You need to leave; my husband hurt his leg and needs immediate care," the woman demanded as if it were her birthright. Without waiting, she grabbed Brielle's wrist to push her out. The supposed injured husband, looking perfectly healthy, didn't intervene. He even seemed annoyed by his wife's slow pace.

Brielle yanked her arm free, staring back at the woman's arrogant gaze.

"You better not mess with us. This room is reserved for us. You're here because of a staff error. Now get out," the woman insisted. Too drained to argue, Brielle snapped, "Get lost."

The woman, enraged, yelled for the attending doctor.

Recognizing the couple, the doctor appeared uneasy. "Ms. Brielle, let's find you another room," he suggested.

The woman smirked, pulling off Brielle's bedsheets. "Change these sheets immediately. My husband's injury is critical," she ordered.

As staff moved to comply, Brielle sat back down firmly. "We've paid for this room, and I'm not moving," she declared.

The doctor whispered to her, "Ms. Brielle, they're connected to Mark, who knows all the local officials. No one can touch them. If you don't want trouble, it's best to move."

The doctor clearly didn't want any more issues.

The woman had already swept Addison and Aiden's items from the table to the floor, confident in her victory.

Brielle took a deep breath and called the police.

But before the police arrived, hospital security showed up-not to deal with the disruptive couple, but to remove Brielle.

Frowning, Brielle nearly laughed at the absurdity. "You're kicking out the patient instead of the troublemakers?"

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The middle-aged woman kicked the scattered belongings aside, hands on her hips.. "We told you, it was a hospital mistake giving you this room It's always reserved for Keep pushing, and you won't get a refund. We'll stay here, and you'll be paying for it."

Brielle, alone and seemingly easy to bully, appeared like an easy target.

Noticing her husband's wandering eyes, the woman snapped, "Home-wrecker, seductress."

Maybe it was the pregnancy, but Brielle felt her composure slipping in the face of these unreasonable strangers.

Remaining seated, she tried to stay calm. "I'm not moving."

The woman then ordered the security guards, "Throw her out! This room is mine!"

Just as they rolled up their sleeves, Aiden returned with the soup.

He hurried to Brielle's side, his expression darkening.

Brielle's stomach twisted with discomfort, craving the warmth of the soup after days without proper food.

Aiden handed her the soup. "Ms. Brielle, eat by the window."

There was a table by the window, away from the chaos, where she wouldn't be disturbed. He would handle this mess.

Brielle nodded, picking up the bag and moving slowly towards the window.

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Before Brielle could sit down, she heard the officer instructing them to leave.

The woman's tips curled smugly as she helped her robust husband onto the bed. "Should've just given us the room earlier. We have connections in Beaconsfield. You know the Dorsey family, right? We're distant retatives."