Rebirth Into My Second Chance

When the woman walked out of the clinic, she was so unremarkable that one might forget her in a crowd. So, Max was into that kind of girl.

The woman crossed my path to stand beside Max, saying, "Dr. Hilton, I'm so sorry to have you bring me here. My husband's heart surgery is in your hands now." That was when I felt like being metaphorically slapped in the face.

Max had deliberately held back, waiting for this moment to humble me, hadn't he?

"Dr. Hilton, is she related to one of your patients?" I blurted out, realizing my error and feeling the need to apologize.

But Max just cracked a cryptic smile. "It's your turn now."

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, okay."

He didn't ask about the child or if I had a boyfriend. His smile seemed to suggest that my check-up wouldn't go as planned.

Feeling his intense gaze, I lost my nerve just as I was about to turn the doorknob. "Forget it. It's just a minor issue. No need for a check-up."

left my appointment slip behind and walked past

Max closing his office door, I finally relaxed. What if Max ever found out

my office, I saw Claude lounging on

me Claire in ages, always using

Mr. Hart? You've secured your career and have the Goodwin family backing you. What do you want with

in his hand, saying, "This

ring I had forcefully slipped onto

Shouldn't you be giving it to Kate?" I glanced at it disdainfully, but he took out the ring, saying, "I intended to

take my hand with the ring in

know you hate

husband and wife, the sentiment remains, and this ring belongs

on

a size smaller. The irony hit even harder, and I realized that

brutally broken, the ring embedded in my flesh, a bloody reminder that falling for Claude