Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The medical record didn't have a single word about my pregnancy.

My hands started to tremble uncontrollably as I placed the file on the bed and curled into myself, knees to chest.

So, was the pain of parting too much last time that this time around, he didn't want to be my child?

"You..." Max started to say something, but as I looked up at him, my eyes blurred with tears, my lips trembling downwards, he stopped himself.

Silence enveloped the room.

"Could you give me a moment alone, please?"

Max frowned slightly but turned and left, giving me the space I needed.

I should have thanked him. After all, he was the one who ended up saving me.

No sooner had he left than I forced myself up, intending to head to the maternity ward for another check-up. Was it possible that I was indeed not pregnant? Last time, by this phase, I was definitely expecting. And in 6088, my body felt like it had been through a wringer, aching all over.

Just a few steps out, a heated argument from one of the rooms caught my attention.

"Get out, I don't want to see you," came Kate's voice, seething with anger. This time, Claude had chosen me over her.

"This whole kidnapping was a farce of your own making. Knowing full well it was your scheme, why would I choose you? As for Claire Floyd, she's still of use to me, so you'd best not lay a finger on her." I froze by the door, the familiar cold and merciless voice ringing in my ears.

So, Claude was playing me with a sob story.

"Who told you I orchestrated this kidnapping, Claude? Do I mean so little to you?" Kate's voice broke, eerily reminiscent of the time I confronted Claude.

"Who else would force me to choose

between you and Claire Floyd? I

used your connection to the Goodwin family to surpass the Hiltons, but the moment you laid a hand on my mother, Kate, any semblance of affection I had for you vanished. If you're not willing to cooperate, I can easily make your murder and kidnapping scheme public. Are you ready to endure the hardships of prison?"

Hearing him, I realized how heartless he could be. And to think Kate fought over him as if he was a prize.

"Claude, you're heartless. I'm telling you once more, I had nothing to do with this kidnapping. No matter how the kidnappers try to drag my name through the mud, I'm innocent!"

Just as I was about to eavesdrop

further, a nurse tapped my shoulder from behind. "Dr. Floyd, what are you doing here? Dr. Hilton is looking for you, the psychologist is already waiting in your room."

The people inside must have heard her.

I turned around and coldly made my way back to my room.

Seeing Max, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to cry, collapsing into his shoulder.

I thought I had won this life, only to find out Claude was keeping me around for her own purposes. Should I feel grateful?

"He's not worth your tears," Max said softly, patting my back as I sobbed uncontrollably. I noticed the psychologist quietly leave the room, leaving Max and me alone. Eventually, my tears subsided, and I felt Max carry me back to bed.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Somewhere between consciousness and sleep, I thought I heard someone performing hypnosis, a pleasant floral scent leading me into a world of dreams.

In my dream, kwas back at the

orphanage, happily learning and playing with my siblings. The

matron, whom we affectionatelet

called 'Mom', brought us exciting news of a charity event where we'd receive loads of books, delicious food, and beautiful clothes.