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 efforts to remove the IV needle.

rush?" His voice carried a hint

as I replied, fearing his reaction, "I...

the needle, only to hear the drip of

have that you can't share with

my legs gave out, he was fast to grab me. His arms didn't wrap around

it against the needle mark

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

by surprise. I was too startled to react, confused by his anger just moments

like an eternity before he finally let go. My lips felt swollen, and though I knew I was at fault, it was hard to

aggrieved and frustrated, I couldn't help but tear up, turning my face

slight smile on his lips.

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

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

is your house. You can