Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"Ms. Claire, the ambulance is here." Helen had timely called for an ambulance, preventing any scandal regarding the surgery from leaking.

Until we got to the hospital, I was fervently working to stop the bleeding, aware that this incident could either be a deliberate act by Richard or perhaps a scheme cooked up by some elders of the Hilton clan. But as long as there's life, there's hope for a turnaround.

After we reached the emergency room and the doctors declared him out of immediate danger, I finally turned to Helen and said, "Tell everyone he didn't make it."

Helen looked at me, puzzled. "That won't look good for you or Evergreen Health Center's reputation. Everyone saw you perform that emergency procedure, and it happened right at Evergreen Health Center." "It's alright. I want to see who jumps out to target me now that they think he's dead."

Helen, though hesitant, spread the word through the grapevine.

Max called me promptly.

"How's it going?"

"He's fine, but I've had Helen spread the news that he didn't make it,"I replied, trying to sound casual, but it only made Max more concerned. "You're putting yourself in danger."

"They've attacked from the shadows; I had to fight back somehow," I refused to just silently endure the damage being done to me anymore.

"Make sure you stay safe. Helen and a few bodyguards will be by your side."

I dismissed his concern, not wanting him to pick up on my underlying anxiety. But deep down, I was curious to see if Richard truly intended to harm me again.

It felt like another gamble, wondering who was pulling the strings this time.

Soon enough, a few reporters emerged sneakily from the elevator, scanning the area before spotting me in the hallway and rushing over.

My bodyguards immediately blocked their path. "No interviews."

"Claire Floyd, performing an impromptu surgery outside Evergreen Health Center has

resulted in professional exposuret

Failing to get him to the hospital immediately led to his death

swnov

"Exactly, if it wasn't for your desire to showcase your skills, the treatment wouldn't have been delayed, and he might have lived!"

"We're here to seek justice for the worker!"

They started calling for backup. "Get those workers up here, to the fourth floor, yes, Claire Floyd is on the fourth floor!"

"We'll make her pay!"

Helen looked at me, worried, but I shook my head. "The puppet master hasn't shown himself yet. We don't know their endgame. Let them make a scene."

Soon, a crowd of workers surged up, banners ready: "Evergreen Health Center - Claire Floyd, blood on your hands."

I knew this was a setup, and I was prepared to dive headfirst into their scheme. But just when I thought I was merely an observer to their plot, Claude, alongside his legal team, made an appearance.

Though he appeared thinner and not as vibrant as before, the aura of a leading attorney was unmistakable.

Waving his attorney's badge, he addressed the crowd, "I am Claire Floyd's attorney, Claude. Before you think of suing her, make sure you have enough evidence to beat me."

The murmurs among the reporters and workers grew. "Is that Claude Hart? Crestview Metropolis' top lawyer, known for never losing a case? Why would he represent Claire Floyd?"

I was puzzled, too. Hadn't Claude aligned himself with the Hilton family's older generation? And yet, here he was, stepping forward as my attorney.

Approaching me, he reached out, but I instinctively pulled my hands back.

He resignedly mirrored my action, turning to face me directly. "Claire, the worker's death outside Evergreen Health Center, and the fact that everyone saw you trying to save him, complicates things, Let me handle this. I won't let you lose."