Rebirth Into My Second Chance

She actually did walk me down the hill, without ever revealing her name. By the time I reached the bottom, Max's Maybach was already waiting there.

The man with the gold chain hurriedly parked and said to me, "The boss mentioned someone would pick you up here at the foot of the hill. This person is trustworthy."

When I tried to probe him for more information, it seemed like he anticipated my questions, quickly adding, "The boss said not to tell you anything about her for your own safety. But if you miss her, you can always reach out to me."

I nodded, feeling a wave of sadness as I got out of the car.

Having siblings I can't acknowledge, being at odds instead of united-it's a strange kind of family dynamic.

Suddenly, I wondered if my parents might still be alive.

Max had already gotten out of the car and was walking towards me. He pinched my cheek and asked, "Lost in thought?"

I looked up, and in the blink of an eye, tears flooded my eyes, my voice tinged with emotion, "Max, do you know who she is?"

I saw hesitation in his eyes, as if he knew something but he replied, "I don't."

Was he like my sister, thinking the less I knew, the better for me?

"Are there any top royal families with the surname Floyd?" I asked, hoping he could dig up some information.

He shook his head, "Each continent has its top royal families, and as far as I know, none have that surname. But the most powerful royal family in the world is shrouded in mystery; no one knows their true surname. And are you sure your father's surname was Floyd?" I was taken aback.

Such high-level families likely wouldn't use their real surnames.

"Are my parents really dead then?"

He shook his head again, "By the time I got back, they were already gone. All I received from the Hilton family was their ashes. I kept them, knowing they were your parents, thinking I'd give them to you one day. That's all."

I reached out and hugged him, "Max, maybe my parents are alive and well, just not wanting me to suffer through the struggles of that kind of family, so they don't acknowledge me?"

The turmoil inside was about why they wouldn't seek me out if they were alive.

If they were dead, wouldn't I miss any chance of seeing them?

"Do you want to look for them? Then let's do it."

I shook my head, replying,

"Nevermind. I don't feel burdened anymore. Richard is alive, and I'm stepping back from everything else. Max, just want to live a normal life with you." en NovelDrama.OrgAll content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

He smiled door for

"Why dwell on this.

htly, opening the car. present?" el net

Pse, "Why dwell on this

can live fully in the.

Looking at him, he indeed seemed to see things more clearly than I did.

"Max, do you hate your father?"

His hand paused for a few seconds while he was fastening my seatbelt, then continued.

"Hate, yes. But he's also gone. Time to let go."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead, adding, "You said you'd come to my place tonight."

My face instantly flushed red.

From sorrow to shyness...

5 no humans are just

of instinct, in quiet or spaces, the mind can

Indeed, as soon as we got back to the Hilton family mansion, Max carried me straight inside.

The servants, not having seen me for over half a year, greeted me respectfully, "Ms. Claire." "Ms. Claire, welcome back."

"So glad you're back. Mr. Hilton has been lonely for half a year."

"Lonely? He's been at the Evergreen Health Center with Ms. Claire every day."