Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Chapter 296

Helen's trust in Max was something I could only dream of having.

"Did he have someone rough you up? Was it bad?" I asked, my voice tinged with concern.

I watched the typing indicator blink on my phone screen, waiting for a reply that never came. Sighing, I set the phone down and headed out.

As I approached the chapel, I overheard some of the staff gossiping. "Mr. Hart spent the whole night kneeling in the chapel," one whispered.

"Poor guy," another replied softly. "But Mr. Hilton sent over some pain relief ointment first thing this morning."

Their voices were hushed, but I heard every word. I wasn't deaf, after all.

When I reached the chapel, there was Max, personally tending to Claude. He helped him to his feet and handed him the ointment with a firm voice, "Walk straight when you leave. I don't want Claire feeling bad when she sees you."

Claude let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Don't worry, Uncle. Even if I died, Claire wouldn't be sad. She can't stand me."

Max snorted, a sound that seemed to say 'at least you're aware.'

for it. But if you spread lies in front

down my spine. Max was clear about his boundaries. He'd give away his wealth, but

my mind. No matter what, I should trust

but wonder, if I were on my deathbed, would he really be heartbroken? He seemed so alone in

him.

direction. Max turned to see me standing

waved, and

by giving Claude a playful kick where it hurt. It seemed Maxè had a penchant for settling scores immediately, showing a

arranged for us to go to the courthouse at ten," Max murmured as he approached me, his voice Tow and

swing by St. Mary's Health Center. Can you pick me

"Sure. I'll have my assistant drive

to mine-his was so much

It struck me then, his

finger was still bare

him a ring yet.

St. Mary's Health Center. I wanted the tests done by