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.'

"The Hilton Group is yours for the taking. I can groom you for it. But if you spread lies

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

No matter what, I should trust Max's

I couldn't help but wonder, if I were on my deathbed, would he really

him.

direction. Max turned to see me

awkwardly waved, and

giving Claude a playful kick where it hurt. It seemed Maxè had a

Max murmured as he approached me, his voice

Mary's Health

nodded slightly. "Sure. I'll have

compare it to mine-his was so much larger, his fingers longer. My middle finger

It struck me

finger was still bare

him a ring yet.

St. Mary's Health Center. I wanted the tests done by someone I trusted, so I arranged for Allen Ramsey

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