Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Claude frowned slightly, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation.

"I'll go and sort out your withdrawal from school tomorrow," he said briskly. "And as for Max, you'd best forget about him."

He shot me a cold glance before slamming my door shut with a resounding thud.

I wanted to check on Lydia and see if she was any better. The painkillers had been too weak. All we had was topical anesthesia for her stitches. She endured it without screaming. It must hurt even more.

But the metal anklet around my leg jingled when I tried to move. I had no choice but to hop to the door.

Lydia was curled up in a corner, her clothes torn to shreds. Ignoring the clinking of the chains, I rushed over to her but stumbled and fell hard on the floor.

The noise startled Lydia out of her daze, and she finally looked up at me before breaking into hysterical sobs. "Ms. Claire!"

"Lydia!" I crawled over. Seeing her tangled hair, her ripped clothes, and the marks of a beating, I realized the extent of her suffering.

"Has Claude lost his mind? How could he do this

seems impossible. I heard they've tightened security within two miles of the mansion. It's all

today, I decided

purpose. If he

Max would definitely think

And if Max

by it,

around.

cared for me. It couldn't just be about repaying a childhood favor. I had no idea why Max was getting close to me,

from today on. And Lydia, you're needed in the kitchen. Mr. Hart said he wouldn't tolerate idlers." The maid was

but I pressed her shoulder down. "You need to rest. Just make something

glared at Lydia. "Are you disobeying Mr.

trying to stand. "I'll

your priority. Do you want me to tell Claude you've been bullying me? Don't you see the situation? No matter what, only the servants would get punished. If I tell Claude now, do you think he would treat you differently