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 no

of my eye, I noticed a black bag with a blood-stained shirt in it. "Your shirt's got blood on it. We could send it to the dry cleaners. Or, if it's inconvenient, I could wash it for you." It was the least I could

"No need," he dismissed.

"Was the embroidery on the shirt

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

one with the initials MH." I

noncommittal

at his lunchbox filled with chicken soup and grilled salmon, both

you. That's

suddenly choked,

about returning to grad school?" Max asked, changing the

one who looked down, not responding, and furiously ate my meal as if

this afternoon, so let's leave it at that." I packed my lunchbox and left his office without

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

Kate greeted me

her leg, "Don't tell me

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

furrowed. So, Kate must have known about Daniel's incident last night,