Rebirth Into My Second Chance

After Claude and the Hilton elders left, I finally took a deep breath, feeling my tense muscles relax in an instant.

Max patted my head gently, saying, "Figured it out?"

I looked at him, surprised. He had known all along what was troubling me, patiently waiting for me to stand up on my own.

"Max, you've taken over their shares. They're bound to fight back. Aren't you leaving them any way out?" I immediately regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth. They were plotting against Max; why should he offer them any way out?

"Mr. Hilton sparing their lives is already a mercy. Besides, Mr. Hilton isn't just about the Hilton business..." Helen said, her face beaming with pride.

I frowned slightly. Beyond the Hilton business, Max had other ventures. How long would it take for me to catch up to him?

Perhaps noticing my mood, Max said, "I want to hand over your parents' legacy and their research to you. As for those Hilton folks, they'll have to agree whether they like it or not." He then took a document from Helen, revealing he had prepared a venture for me to strive for.

"This was always prepared for you. Are you interested?"

I skimmed through the document, finding it related to medical research, including the labs at Century Wellness Hospital founded by my parents.

I nodded, "I'm interested."

"The prosthetic project was one of them. It made a lot of money, and soon Mr. Hilton will transfer it all under your name," Helen nudged me with her elbow, a triumphant smile on her face. "Guess I'm about to strike it rich."

Though I laughed, my heart swelled with emotion. My parents might not have taken care of me for a day, but they left me so much. And Max, for my sake, preserved my parents' legacy. "There's one project you'll particularly like." Max said and pointed to a document that detailed an implantable cardiac defibrillator.

I indeed smiled upon seeing it, "Most of these are imported from abroad. I hadn't dared to venture in this direction."

Before Max could respond, Helen interjected, "Those foreign ones are also Mr. Hilton's ventures. Impressive, right?"

I looked at Max, astonished.

"Max, what haven't you done?"

He smiled wistfully, "My mother died of heart disease. Then I was taken in by the Hilton family and met you."

Was I to be grateful he met me, or grateful I met him?

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I pinched my nose and said, "This wealth is too sudden. I might not manage it well or handle such. responsibility. Max, hold onto it for me if I need it, I'll ask you foDit. Is that alright?"

"Of course," Max would agree to anything for me.

Just as I was about to thank him, my phone rang.

Seeing Richard's name on the screen made my heart sink.

"Answer it. I'll be with you through anything."

I nodded and picked up, "The hospital garden is full of poppies in bloom. I thought you might want to see them alone."

His words were an invitation for me alone.

Clutching my phone, I was filled with doubts. I wanted to ask him, what was all this for?