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."

was Clayton Floyd, and

So, was my name, Claire, a blend of theirs? A token of

"And where

a long

sensed something was off. "Are there more secrets about

deeply. "Claire, I don't know much. But your parents' files were confidential. You can get their urns back from the Hilton family and ask them for more details. Alan was in charge then, and Max didn't know everything. He had just

thought

He

who'd been

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

"Max gave you your parents' urns? The Hart family

"Why

Hilton family deemed the

I felt he was idealizing

off. "It doesn't matter.

a cemetery for my parents today." Looking

urns,