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.

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

out of options. Catching Hannah was something I had to

Max's 'death' would be a

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

not at the expense of others. What makes you different is that, despite your ambitions, you never hurt

been responsible for my death in a past

we split up. I'm contacting

work. Ronald's involvement would

I'm sending

I was puzzled about what he could

his brow

Helen to take good care of Max, Claude arrived, drenched from the rain, running through the front door

pushed it back at him in

you're a lawyer. You

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

my fists,