Rebirth Into My Second Chance

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.

'dead', you, as his nephew, can pretend to be overjoyed at the chance to claim the Hilton family fortune. This will make you rally the older generations of the Hiltons to your side. Meanwhile,

Catching Hannah was something I had

'death' would be a distraction

through, do you

having goals is fine, but not at the expense of others. What makes you different is that, despite your ambitions, you never

responsible for my death in

contacting Ronald to protect

Ronald's involvement would raise Richard's suspicions. I need

Claude was worried, "Claire, I'm sending

was puzzled

his brow furrowed-had he overheard

through the front door without an umbrella. He handed me a black bag, "Use this for

I pushed it back at him

lawyer. You

I got this from the black market. I can't bear the thought of something happening to

my fists, refusing