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.

to claim the Hilton family fortune. This will make you rally the older generations of

of options. Catching Hannah was something

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

after everything we've been through, do you still trust

you different is that, despite your

for my death

up. I'm contacting Ronald to protect you

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

"Claire, I'm sending something over to

was puzzled about what he could be

his

care of Max, Claude arrived, drenched from the rain, running through the front door without an umbrella. He handed me a black bag,

the L-shaped object inside, I pushed it back

a lawyer. You can't break the

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

my fists, refusing

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