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.'

I can groom you for it. But if you spread lies in front of her again,

spine. Max was clear about his boundaries. He'd give away

matter what, I should trust Max's

on my deathbed, would he really be heartbroken? He seemed

him.

nodding in my direction. Max turned to see

waved, and

Maxè had a penchant for settling scores immediately, showing a hint of childishness beneath his composed

me, his voice Tow and intimate. "There's an hour to

head. "I need to swing by St. Mary's Health Center. Can you

I'll have my assistant drive

help but compare it to mine-his was

struck me then, his

finger was still bare

him a ring yet.

a check-up at St. Mary's Health Center. I wanted the tests