Rebirth Into My Second Chance

He suddenly hung his head low, a flicker of loneliness passing through his eyes. "It wasn't Mr. Collins that night. It was Tracie."

I had just taken a sip of water and choked on it upon hearing his words. "Tracie? Where is she?"

"I'm not sure if it was her, but I found a few strands of long hair in my room." He took a swig of his beer, and it was evident that he had been frantically searching for Tracie these past few days.

Given his usual habits, discovering long hair in his room was really strange. I wasn't even allowed in his room. Nor were the housekeepers. Only his assistant could enter. Richard mentioned once that only Tracie had the privilege to enter his room. As I pondered whether Tracie could be the heiress of the Goodwin family who had recently returned from abroad, Kate walked in through the door, shooting me a glare as she passed by.

And suddenly, I smelled something akin to sulfuric acid, making me nauseous.

"You're pregnant?" Kate slammed her hand on the table anxiously. "No, Claude never touched you. Whose child are you carrying?"

I scoffed. "You do have a knack for being delusional. It's your presence that's making me sick, not my meal."

left the dining hall, complaining to those around her, "I knew it was too good to be true when my

be involved in those

back." Richard was distracted, still preoccupied with thoughts of Tracie, hardly focusing on

he was eager to continue his search for Tracie. Plus, my place was a short drive away. And I could

to confirm whether the perfume was related

she answered, "What, not scared

Her threats were blatant,

empowered by Claude's indifference

lack of evidence. In another life, I might have been scared and saddened. But this time, I wanted to know the truth, whatever it might

the point, "Kate, do you want to

sought my help in sabotaging Tracey's welcome