Rebirth Into My Second Chance

"If you feel guilty about my parents, why not just tell me where you had them buried?"

Gabrielle seemed caught off guard by my question, her hands trembling as she held the soup. "Claire, you're still young. These burdens shouldn't fall on your shoulders. If you truly wish to pay your respects, how about I take you and Claude to visit their grave after you're married? Would that be okay?"

"Did my parents' death shake the Hart family that much? Or is there more to their death, so much so that there's not even ashes left, not to mention a proper burial?" Tears welled in my eyes as I spoke, and I could see Gabrielle avoiding my gaze.

So, it was true. The Hart family hadn't even bothered to retrieve my parents' bodies, leaving the people who saved Claude's life to be gone without leaving any trace in this world. "Claire..."

"Mrs. Hart, I'm just jesting. I won't ask anymore." I quickly smiled, realizing it wasn't the time to confront her, and picked up the soup, saying, "I'll go deliver the soup to Claudy." She gently touched the bandage on my hand. "Does it still hurt? Be more careful this time."

I nodded. There was something off about this soup, and I was curious to see what kind of surprise Gabrielle had prepared this time.

Gabrielle said, "Here, Claire, drink this milk first."NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Milk and soup again! It seemed she was playing the same old tricks.

"Okay." I obediently drank the milk.

She then hurriedly said, "It's getting late. I should head back. You take the soup to the study and don't give Kate a chance. If it weren't for her accident, I'd have sent her packing already." She cast a stern glance at Kate before leaving. But I knew it was all an act for my benefit.

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If she despised someone from her heart, she'd cast them out, broken leg or not. Just like Claude, he wouldn't believe I was dead, saying

he'd send me away.

After Gabrielle left, I found Kate and said, "Claudy didn't have his soup tonight. Mrs. Hart taught me how to make it and said it was his favorite."

Sitting on the couch quietly out of respect for Gabrielle, Kate suddenly got up and said, "Let me deliver it, Claire."

"Why? I made it. Mrs. Hart said Claudy has loved this soup since he was young and even said his future wife must know how to make it."

Kate clenched her teeth and said, "Claire, didn't you want to go hiking? I'll go with you. Leave the soup to me."

I scoffed, "I can go hiking by myself."

Kate said, "It's too dangerous to go alone. We'll be worried."

"Alright, then. Take the soup." I feigned innocence, handing over the soup, and she happily carried it off to the study.

My body suddenly felt warm.

Gabrielle had tampered with the milk. And the antidote I got from Ronald last time was probably still in my apartment. I needed to leave this place immediately.

I'd return the next day to see if Kate would get thrown out. After all, Claude was a traditionalist. He wouldn't allow premarital relations. His pride wouldn't stand for being drugged, either.

Would this incident be an accident for Kate, or would it change Claude's view of her? I was somewhat eager to find out.

But my body was getting hotter and uncontrollable. I started unbuttoning my collar. I couldn't stay there any longer! I hailed a taxi and left the mansion.