Rebirth Into My Second Chance

The hunger that had been gnawing at me vanished in an instant.

About thirty minutes later, the nurses emerged, their faces a blend of sympathy as they patted my shoulder. "Chat with Dr. Hilton later, will you? We really don't think you did anything wrong during the surgery." "Yeah, why would he kick you out just as you were finishing up? It's like walking on eggshells around him."

"Is there a chance that Dr. Hilton has a soft spot? Maybe he wanted you to grab some lunch first? It's your first time under his wing, after all."

I frowned slightly. Max suggesting I go eat lunch seemed unlikely. His direct approach to send me away didn't seem to fit his style.

With everyone bustling around the operating table, it didn't seem right for me to be the only one heading out for a meal.

"I'll wait here for Dr. Hilton. You guys go ahead and eat."

Once they left, Max appeared, removing his surgical cap and looking at me. "Why haven't you gone for lunch?"

I blinked, surprised. Was he really sending me out to eat?

"I was hoping to discuss today's surgery with you," I said, forcing a smile.

"Sure. We can talk over lunch."

He led the way to the cafeteria, not looking for any special treatment, and picked whatever was available, just like everyone else. After getting our food, we sat down to eat.

However, it seemed Claude's assistant, Neil, had been waiting for me, handing over a lunch box as soon as he saw me: "Miss, Mrs. Hart arranged this lunch for you."

I glanced at Max, who was completely focused on his meal, seemingly indifferent.

"Neil, from tomorrow, there's no need to bring me lunch. The food from the cafeteria is fine," I said.

But Neil was acting under Claude's instructions.

Why was he acting in ways that could cause misunderstandings? It wouldn't be long before Kate accused me of trying to seduce Claude again.

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box still in his hand.

I could hear him on the phone with Claude, "She refuses to eat it. Says she'll have cafeteria food from now on."

Whatever Claude's response was, it didn't matter to me anymore.

After finishing lunch in Max's office and leaning back full on the couch,

he handed me some notes, "che

through today's procedure. You'll lead the next surgery."

What? Just one look and I'm leading? Max's teaching methods were bold, to say the least.

"You can go now."

Before I could even respond, he was sending me out. I hurriedly grabbed my tray and notes, leaving his office. As I approached my own office, I saw Claude waiting for me.

"Why didn't you eat the lunch Neil brought?"

A few of the nursing staff glanced over, curious.

I had to introduce him, saying, "He's my brother."

The colleagues covered their mouths, giggling, "Such a handsome brother, any chance you'd introduce us?" "He's taken," I replied quickly.

Claude disliked the attention, dragging me into my office, insisting I eat the lunch she brought.

"I'm full, maybe save it for dinner," I suggested.

Just the thought of him spending the night at Kate's made me feel a tinge of disgust at the touch of his hand.