Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He furrowed his brows.

I couldn't help but give a slight smile. I was deliberately teasing Max.

"Why are you up? You've got a fever. Here, take this fever reducer," I said as I handed him the medicine.

He grunted, took the medicine, and washed it down with water. Then, he lowered his head back to the pile of documents he was scrutinizing.

Right on cue, my stomach growled. "Dr. Hilton, aren't you hungry?"

He looked up at me. "Let's eat together."

I snapped back to reality and pointed at the lunchbox. "My folks sent me some food. You should have some, too!"

I turned to see another lunchbox on the table, which hadn't been there before.

He cleared his throat. "That's from Ronald."

"Oh," I said, realizing Ronald had sent it.

I chatted, "Dr. Hilton, what about your family? Don't they send you meals?"

his voice neutral, betraying

bag with a blood-stained shirt in it. "Your shirt's got blood on it. We could send it to the dry cleaners.

"No need," he dismissed.

to ask, "Was the embroidery on

expression faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "If you like it, I'll have

I'd love an embroidered one with the initials MH." I said it to gauge

much, just a noncommittal grunt, and

grilled salmon, both excellent for healing wounds, teased, "Mr. Collins' cooking

you. That's

He suddenly choked, his face

about

ate my meal as if it would allow me to chew through my frustrations with

home this afternoon, so let's leave it at that." I packed my lunchbox and left

was curious if Claude had managed to kick Kate out last night. But before I could find out, I bumped

greeted

pointed at her leg, "Don't tell me you fell while carrying

but she nodded, looking pitiful, "Yes, such a shame to

about Daniel's incident last night, but she had