Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 222

I couldn't recall the exact moment I passed out, only that an excruciating pain had gripped my stomach, making me break out in a cold sweat before everything went black.

When I finally came around, I found myself hooked up to an IV drip, a concoction of glucose and nutrients flowing into my veins.

Helen rushed to my side as soon as she saw my eyes open. "Ms. Claire, you're finally awake," she exclaimed, relief washing over her face.

I turned my head towards her, remembering the flood of words she had shared just before I fainted-words heavy with guilt and despair. Without uttering a word, I simply turned away.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Claire," Helen continued, her voice laced with regret. "I shouldn't have burdened you with all those troubles. Please, forgive me."

I remained silent, not out of resentment towards her, but because I couldn't forgive myself. Max had done so much for me, yet I had doubted him, harboring suspicions and insecurities. And Richard, well, he would do anything for the Dean's mother, committing deeds most foul on her behalf. It was then I despised myself for not seeing through Richard's actions sooner, for not realizing they were all to please the Dean's mother.

Feeling down, I watched Helen leave the room, the sound of the door shutting echoed in my mind.

Mustering what little strength I had, I attempted to rise, intent on finding Ronald Collins.

tried to get up, I saw Max standing at the doorway, halting my efforts to remove the IV needle. Weak and

you off to in such a rush?" His

ran through me as I replied, fearing his reaction, "I...

the needle, only to hear the drip of the IV fluid hitting the

that you can't share with me?"

the fear of collapsing got to me and my legs gave out, he was fast to grab me. His arms didn't wrap around me with

piece of cotton and pressed it against the needle mark on my hand, stopping

me, causing tears to well up in my eyes. He turned

kissed me, taking me by surprise. I was too startled to

finally let go. My lips felt swollen, and though I knew I was at fault, it was

I couldn't help but tear

me, a slight smile on his lips. "Are you mad?"

expecting me to guess. And when 1 get it wrong, you accuse me of not trusting you," I retorted, resorting to a tone of coquetry-my last

gently. "See, I'm here now, aren't I?

house.