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?"

replied, his voice neutral, betraying no

could send it to the dry

"No need," he dismissed.

courage to ask, "Was the embroidery on the shirt

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

embroidered one with the initials MH."

just a noncommittal grunt, and

his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon, both excellent for healing wounds,

you. That's

He suddenly choked, his face

today. Still thinking about returning

ate my meal as if it would allow me

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

to kick Kate out last night. But before I could find out, I bumped into Claude, pushing Kate in a wheelchair toward me in the hallway.

greeted me

tell me you fell while carrying

looking pitiful, "Yes, such a shame

furrowed. So, Kate must have known about Daniel's incident last night, but she had an alibi of