Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I'd been walking for what seemed like hours, no cars in sight, and my phone was as dead as a doornail. Turns out, Richard had my card cut off. Man, that guy plays for keeps.

Just then, the sky decided to throw a tantrum, and a torrential downpour soaked me to the bone. The cold rain felt like a million tiny needles on my skin.

Regret washed over me, or maybe it was pure hatred for how out of control things had gotten. It always seemed like I was the one stuck in the mud, while Richard, he was more like the executioner with an axe, always staying clean.

What was I thinking? Dragging Max into this mess, and now Kate and Claude too. I thought I could trick Richard, but now, my mind's totally blank.

Desperately looking for a ride, a limo from the Hilton estate pulled up in front of me. "Ms. Claire, please get in."

Was that Helen?

Hadn't she told me I was persona non grata at the Hiltons? What was she doing here, asking me to come back?

I grabbed her by the collar. As she held the umbrella for me, she suddenly knelt in front of me, handing me the umbrella, "Ms. Claire, I'm sorry. I thought if you left, Mr.

car, I just knew I wasn't moving fast enough. Hearing Max was hurt had

through the rain into Max's room, only to be stopped by Helen, "You need to change into something clean, or you might

thinking she had a shot if I was out of

identity and causing a scene. We thought of you, an incredible, surgeon. You can save Mr. Hilton, can't

Max's room had been turned into an impromptu OR, with machines and IVs everywhere, his body

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what you wanted? Mr. Hilton could have had his high life, serene and lofty, albeit a bit lonely. But you, you made him reckless, ready to walk through fire. Is this the

stay calm, put on gloves, and

were too deep. But there might have been

the wounds. As a doctor,