Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 173

In the end, I didn't wait for Richard. It felt like my spirit had finally broken.

I believed I was depressed. I should have taken those antidepressants when I had the chance to prevent my soul from becoming this twisted.

Walking down the street amidst the rush of cars and people, I stood outside Haven of Hope Orphanage, where memories of laughter and joy once flourished.

I pondered, 'Were those girls, charred beyond recognition, from Haven of Hope Orphanage? Who could be so cruel to them?'

I returned to my apartment to find the seeds Richard planted for me sprouted, a sign of new beginnings. Yet, my new beginning was as fragile as that tiny sprout, snuffed out at any time.

I pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills. I thought about taking them to escape into sleep, but then I decided against it. The turmoil within was mine alone to understand.

Knock. Knock. Richard was outside, ringing the doorbell and knocking frantically. "Claire, open up. Don't scare me like this."

I tucked the sleeping pills away and opened the door, greeting him with indifference. "I'm fine. What's all the fuss about?"

me into a hug. "Did I upset you when I said I didn't believe in your rebirth? I've thought it over, and

knew his

reborn after they die?" I

is possible, especially if

I decided not to dwell on the topic further and showed

target pregnant women after being

Richard seemed to notice my distant gaze and tapped my

red wine, intending to share it with Richard, but he immediately covered his head. No, Max warned me not tỏ drink with you.

He left swiftly.

wine myself, contemplating how

doorbell with two wine glasses and the

fresh from a shower, wearing a robe and drying his hair with

but he frowned upon

drink with. Since you've forbidden Richard from drinking with me, you'll have to

stepped aside, and I walked in