Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I pressed down on his wound, and he let out a blood-curdling scream.

The corners of my mouth twitched into a slight smile, hidden behind my mask. "Did Kate get you tangled up in my kidnapping?" I asked.

He howled in pain but stubbornly kept silent.

"So, you think enduring this agony for her is worth it? Then don't expect me to offer you any painkillers." As I spoke, I slapped the area over his heart where he had been stitched up.

I intended to save him, but that didn't mean I didn't want to end him!

Clenching a pen in my hand, I aimed it at his heart. "Are you seriously not going to spill about who's backing you up? How would you like it if I destroyed your heart?"

As the tip of my pen was a mere inch away, he gasped for air. "What you're doing is illegal!"

"And what about you? After all the illegal stuff you've done, weren't you scared then?"

I lifted my arm dramatically, then brought it down swiftly. Daniel screamed again, terrified.

As I was about to scare him again, the door to the room burst open. Max strode in, grabbed my wrist, and took the pen from my hand.

Wasn't he supposed to be picking someone up? How did he end up back here?

"Step outside," Max said in a deep voice. He wasn't angry, but there was a hint of regret in his tone.

I glared at Daniel before leaving the room. Leaning against the wall outside, my hands in my pockets, I waited for Max to get out and lecture me. But when he did emerge, he said nothing, merely glancing my way before leading. It wasn't until we reached the office door that he finally spoke. "Didn't Richard schedule a session with the psychologist for you today?"

Of course, he had told Richard about my odd behavior in the elevator the night before.

"It's unnecessary. I'm not sick," I replied, turning my face away, not wanting Max to see the turmoil inside me.

"This is the third time now. In the dark or under stress, you've called Claude's name, screamed for help twice, and lashed out when anyone comes near. Claire, as my assistant, I can't have someone with psychological issues."

He looked at me solemnly as if to say I could no longer be his assistant if I didn't see a psychologist.

"Then I quit being your assistant!" I ripped off my lab coat and tossed it onto a chair nearby.

He had no idea of my pain, the internal struggle. To save the life of the person who had ended mine in another life, to see him alive and

well wished I could end him myself rather than save him.

Max asked, "Is this your attitude toward your dream?"

"When did I ever say being a doctor was my dream?" I couldn't even remember such a dream. Or perhaps, even if I had, my greatest desire in this life had always been revenge. "Think it over and tell me your decision." He ignored my tantrum and lowered his head to work on a file.

I grabbed my jab coat back, realizing

adults need to own their emotions,

and walked out of his office. Just then, Richard also arrived at the

me, saying, "Don't be scaredelnetContent © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

hospital, looking anxious. He hugged

He must have heard from Max, thinking I was about to commit murder.

"Claire, some people need to face the law. You still have your best years ahead of you. Let's not let them drag us down."

I managed a small smile in response. Perhaps Max and Richard were right. But if they knew I had come back from death in another life to this one, would they still advise me to be kind?