Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 138

But there she was, screaming at the top of her lungs outside my door, “If you don’t help me, aren’t you scared of someone else snatching Richard away? That’s Tracie we’re talking about! Don’t tell me you don’t want both Claude and Richard just like I do?”

I always knew she was off her rocker, but I didn’t realize her morals were this twisted.

Turns out, she always thought I was playing both sides.

“Who Richard likes is his business, I’m just his sister,” I reminded myself.

That’s how it’s always been.

I don’t know how long Kate was out there causing a scene before she finally quieted down. I changed clothes, grabbed my bag and car keys, and headed out to work.

While driving, I called Richard, “Kate came by today, saying…”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence before hearing Richard's raspy voice say, “Yeah, I know. Tracie’s been avoiding me. She’s known where I am but doesn’t want to see me. And she’s going to be part of the Hilton family soon.”

His voice sounded so sad, it almost moved me.

“Is she doing it for her family’s interests, or does she genuinely like the head of the Hilton family?”

“She likes him. She said all her goals while studying abroad were for the head of the Hilton family. And she told me not to look for her again, that Tracie no longer exists, only Tracey.”

“Richard, I’m coming to you,” I decided to turn around, but Richard refused, “I’m fine, just need some time to myself.”

Just then, I got distracted and a car slammed into me.

Everything went black as my head hit the newly deployed airbag. In a daze, I heard someone knocking on the window.

Turns out, even if I avoid seeking the truth, the killer still comes after me.

And thinking back to my past life, ending up as a charred body was probably her doing too. Kate only had me kidnapped, never turned me into a charred corpse.

But telling Ronald Collins now that those charred bodies might be Tracey’s doing wouldn’t convince anyone.

She had only just returned to the country, while the charred body cases have been cold for a while.

I called Ronald Collins, “Ronald, can I take a look at the identities of those charred bodies?”

Ronald hesitated, “You need proper clearance to access those files. You got a lead or something?”

I started feeling dizzy, my head heavy and uncontrollable, collapsing towards the asphalt in an instant. But then, someone wrapped their arms around my waist and scooped me up. That familiar scent calmed me, and I closed my eyes, whispering, “Maximilian.”

As expected, no one answered. But I had already figured out how to use him to my advantage.