I gently wiped him down with a disinfectant wipe, carefully cleaning off every inch of him before moving on to his face.

Feeling his forehead, his fever hadn't broken yet.

"Max, I'm so sorry."

I covered my face, trying hard to keep the tears at bay.

I took Max's phone from the nightstand. I knew his password-it was my birthday. After unlocking it, I dialed Claude's number.

Claude, thinking I was Max, answered eagerly, "Uncle, finally got through to you. Claire's been worried sick."

"Claude, it's me." My voice was weak, still drained from the surgery.

"You're with Uncle?"

"Yes." I glanced back at Max. "I need you to come pick me up from the Hilton family estate. Then, spread the word that Max is dead."

"What are you talking about? Claire, how could Uncle be dead?" Panic edged Claude's voice.

fortune. This will make you rally the older generations of the Hiltons to your side. Meanwhile, Richard will make his move. This distraction will prevent Richard from

of options. Catching Hannah was something I had to do

chaos of Max's 'death' would be a distraction only Claude

trust me? Claire, after everything we've been through, do you still trust me?" Claude sounded

makes you

for my death in a

split up. I'm contacting Ronald to protect you in

whispered, "That won't work. Ronald's involvement would raise Richard's suspicions. I need to go

Claude was worried, "Claire, I'm sending something

hanging up, I was puzzled

at Max, his brow furrowed-had he overheard my

the rain, running through the front door without an umbrella. He handed me

inside, I pushed it back

a lawyer. You can't break the

I got this from the black market. I can't bear the thought

my fists, refusing to

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