Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 187

The morning I thought I'd have to wait another month to set my trap, I got a call from the clinic asking me to come in for a check-up to confirm if I was pregnant, as there were some indications from yesterday's result.

I dragged myself out of bed, and Max was gone once again.

But this time, he left me a message. [Go for it. I've got your back.]

At that moment, I felt like I had a guardian angel. Whether Max was truly reborn or not didn't matter. What mattered was he believed in me and didn't think I was crazy enough to be sent to a mental hospital.

While leaving, I saw Richard waiting at the door. “Claire.”

I instinctively stepped back, but he looked just as worried as he did the day before. “Claire, we need to see a doctor. I’m worried about what might happen if you keep going like this.”

I stepped back. “Richard, I thought you were the only one in this world who believed in me.”

“Claire.” He was probably afraid that my condition was so severe that it could be fatal.

“Never mind. I’m fine. I’ll take care of myself and go to the hospital if there’s any issue.” I didn’t want to fall out with Richard, especially since he died for me in my past life! I couldn’t hate him.

Richard asked, “Claire, are you sure you are fine?”

I spun around. “I’m fine. I’m off to school now.”

I headed to the hospital first to dodge any further questions and his insistence on driving me.

But I underestimated Richard. He seemed obsessed, having been busy with work until recently. But he suddenly started keeping a close eye on me.

“Richard, why the hell are you following me?” I hid in the stairwell, waiting for him to exit the elevator, and stepped out to block his path.

“Richard, I did get a call. Look.” I showed him my phone. The number was the hospital’s landline, but the call came at 7:30 AM, seemingly before work hours.

“So, someone deliberately lured you here?” Richard realized, and I breathed a sigh of relief that he didn’t insist on taking me to a psychologist or a mental hospital.

“Someone wants to confirm if I’m pregnant.” Suddenly, I felt excited, pulling Richard back toward the OB-GYN. “Doctor, could you please give me a check-up?”

The doctor shook his head. “I looked at your file, and you weren’t pregnant yesterday. How could you be today?”

I said, “It's okay. Just issue one. If it’s negative, so be it. If positive, even better.”

But the doctor looked at Richard and said, “Sir, your wife is persistent. Perhaps you can talk to her.”