Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 131

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.

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.

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, I was back at the orphanage, happily learning and playing with my siblings. The matron, whom we affectionately called 'Mom', brought us exciting news of a charity event where we'd receive loads of books, delicious food, and beautiful clothes.