Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1082

But King didn't look at her. Instead, he hurried inside and bumped right into Isaac coming out. Isaac was about to call out when he was suddenly swept into a tight hug by King, who had crouched down to his level.

Isaac could barely breathe, feeling a pang of déjà vu from that one night. He had a terrible fever back then, feeling like he was on the brink of death, gasping for air. When he woke up, his dad was there, looking worn out and nearly in tears upon seeing him awake. Isaac, still young, didn't fully understand adult emotions, but he knew one thing-his dad was terrified of losing him. Just like he feared losing Mom. Now, as King held him so tightly it felt like his bones might break, Isaac said nothing, just wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. King, overwhelmed with panic, felt completely drained. But seeing his son still there was like a lifeline, slowly bringing his strength back. Isaac was about to say something, but the next moment, he found himself pressed against King's chest, with a hand smacking his bottom.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

Tears welled up in Isaac's eyes from the pain. "Daddy, it hurts! You're mean."

King took a deep breath, lifting him up and standing. "Who told you to wander off? Haven't I taught you not to talk to strangers? I told you all women are deceivers, why won't you listen!"

Isaac, still hurting from the spanking, sobbed in his arms, not wanting to respond. His stubborn streak was so much like Brielle's. King, about to spank him again, heard Brielle's voice from behind.

"Why are you taking it out on the kid?"

King stiffened, instinctively holding Isaac tighter. Brielle looked pale, with blood staining her arm. Hearing King scolding the child, she realized something had happened, explaining his desperate behavior. Love deeply, reprimand sharply.

King remained silent, his gaze falling on her injured arm. The wound wasn't severe but had bled a lot. With Isaac whimpering in his embrace, he couldn't put him down, so he held Isaac with one arm and grasped Brielle's wrist with the other, leading her outside. Brielle tried to pull away but couldn't. Isaac, biting his lip and laying on King's shoulder, close to Brielle, couldn't help but look up at her. Their eyes met briefly, both slightly startled. For some reason, Brielle couldn't stand to see the child in such a tearful state, realizing the spanks had truly hurt him.

Isaac, sniffing, his long lashes wet

with tears, looked away from Brielle. Now that his bottom didn't hurt anymore, he soon fell asleep on King's shoulder. As for Alivia on the Ferris wheel, he had long forgotten her. Neither King nor Brielle thought about why the Ferris wheel was still moving; it was too high off the ground, and even if Alivia was screaming for help, nobody would hear her.

Alivia, watching this scene through the Ferris wheel, felt her eyes bulging with rage! Wretch! Wretch! She wished she could cast all the world's most venomous curses on Brielle!

"Ugh!"

Too angry, she spat out blood, pulling out her phone to post on her social media back home. Max already had a child! His true affection wasn't for Brielle at all! No sooner had she posted this message than she wanted to say more vicious words to demean Brielle, but then she heard the sound of screws loosening. Alivia froze, looking up in disbelief.

Was she about to fall? Was she

going to die because of a child's scheme? The Ferris wheel shifted suddenly, and her phone slipped from her grasp to the other side. Alivia sereamed, clutching the seat for dear life, not daring to let go or reach for her phone again. The Ferris wheel swayed in the air, each sway eliciting a scream from her. But in the end, she could scream no more, just stared with eyes full of hatred.

Far away in the car, King placed Isaac in his lap Isaac, just like Brielle when she slept, found a comfortable position and drifted off. King then took Brielle's hand, noticing the cut, feeling a mix of regret and a stinging sensation in his nose. A smat first-aid kit was within reach. He

took it out, dipped a cotton swab in

disinfectant, and cleaned her wound.

Brielle, unaccustomed to such tender moments with him, felt uneasy yet cared for. Somehow, it made her heart ache. This King, when infuriating, made her wish she could stab him. Yet, when he was endearing, it was achingly so.