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."

to those around her, "I knew it was too good to be true when my sister gifted me that perfume. This scent is revolting. Do you guys find it disgusting?" The others shook their heads. "We

watched them leave, a terrifying thought crossed my mind. Could Tracie be

preoccupied with thoughts of Tracie, hardly focusing on

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

I called Kate to confirm whether the perfume was related to the charred bodies and whether

sounded surprised when she answered, "What, not scared I might send

Her threats were blatant,

empowered by Claude's indifference

I might have been scared and saddened. But this time, I wanted to

the point, "Kate, do

Tracey's welcome party to tarnish her