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.

the Hilton family 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

Hannah

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

trust me? Claire, after everything we've been through, do

expense of others. What makes you different is that, despite your ambitions, you never hurt me.

been responsible for my death in a past

I'm contacting Ronald to protect you in

"That won't work. Ronald's involvement would raise Richard's suspicions. I

worried, "Claire, I'm sending something over to

I was puzzled about what he could be

at Max, his brow

of Max, Claude arrived, drenched from the rain, running through the front door without

object inside, I pushed it back at him in

You

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

clenched my fists, refusing to take

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