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.

I tried to get up, I saw Max standing at the doorway, halting my

rush?" His voice carried a hint of annoyance,

through me as I replied, fearing his reaction, "I... I need to see

presence, I continued to pull at the needle, only to hear the drip of the IV fluid

you can't share

collapsing got to me and my legs gave out, he was fast to grab me. His arms didn't wrap around me with the former warmth anymore, rather he carefully taid me back on

it against the needle

I detest being kept in the dark," he said, his gaze piercing through me, causing tears to well up in my eyes. He turned away,

unexpectedly, he turned back and kissed me, taking me by surprise. I was too startled

go. My lips felt swollen, and though I knew I was at fault, it was hard to overlook his part in

frustrated, I couldn't help but tear up,

smile on his lips.

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

hand, caressing it gently. "See, I'm here now, aren't I? Even if you're mad, I

house. You