Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 175

It felt like a dream. But I hadn't dreamt it for a while. Yet, it felt so real. Scarface dragged me deeper into the woods. Terrified, I tried to run, but he slashed at my fingers. I called Claude, and he coldly asked why I hadn't just died. Tears streaming, I screamed, "Claude, I hate you."

Curled up, it felt like someone embraced me, whispering comfort.

"Everything's okay."

"It's all okay now."

But I was shaking, too overwhelmed by everything.

When I woke up, I was back in my apartment bed. I knew what had happened the previous night, but waking up in my room was unexpected.

Did Max mean to say last night was nothing? Or did he not want to take responsibility? But I never expected him to. All I wanted was a child.

As I stared at my parents' urns, I wondered where to bury them. What was our hometown? What were my parents' names?

I heard they worked as bodyguards for the Hilton family. Suddenly, they were engineers in medical equipment research for the Hiltons. Was everything about my parents a secret, crafted as needed? But names couldn't just be fake. I called Richard. "Richard, what were my parents' names? The Hart family has always kept them from me."

father was

beautiful. So, was my name, Claire, a blend of theirs? A token of their love for

kept asking, "And where

a long

something was off. "Are there more secrets about my

them for more details.

thought

He

confidant of Max's, someone who'd been with the

the urns, and I met the Hilton family's middle-aged driver,

"Max gave you your parents' urns? The Hart family has been asking for

"Why wouldn't

"Maybe the Hilton family deemed the Hart family

Richard talk, I felt he was idealizing Max too

laughed it off. "It doesn't matter.

for my parents today."

urns,