Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 207

I stood behind Helen, barely recognizing the man Richard had become.

I couldn't help but ask, "Richard, so you knew all along that the child was Max's, and it was you who lured me to that infamous bar, using me to frame Max. You thought if Max had an illegitimate child, his family would turn against him, right? And you hoped to drive a wedge between Claude and me, making him despise and hate me. This whole elaborate scheme, it was all your doing, wasn't it?"

I wanted to ask him if his betrayal, spanning over two lifetimes, was genuine.

But then I thought, if I revealed my rebirth to him, would he drag me to a psychiatric hospital, curious if there was something wrong with my brain?

"Claire, I admit I planned all of it," Richard said, no longer bothering to hide the truth.

Tears blurred my vision as I said, "So, you never genuinely saw me as your sister. Your kindness was just a ploy to harm me, to gain my trust, making it easier for you to manipulate me without ever raising my suspicion." My heart felt like it was tearing apart at that moment.

Hearing his admission, all I wanted was to collect my parents' ashes and get as far away from him as possible: "Give me my parents' ashes. I'll forgive everything you've done to me, but there's no future for us."

Richard, without further argument, hung his head low and slouched, signaling his aide to hand over my parents' ashes.

urn to me, muttered, "These were hard-won from the Hilton

could finish, Richard sharply cut

the urn, regardless of how Richard obtained my parents' ashes, it marked the end of any relationship we had. "Take

a vase shattering

my childhood, protecting me yet plotting against me under the guise of love

en

from storms, yet he was the

urn close. Their lives had been turbulent, and even in death, they were manipulated and

away from Max. But

between me and the urn I cradled. "Are you sure

"Yes. Rather than living

vulnerabilities that enemies can

let go. My parents

They didn't live for that, nor should they be fought over

the summer breeze caress my face and lift my hair, as if my parents were softly comforting me. Standing atop a cliff overlooking the sea, Max joined me, taking one of the urns from my