Rebirth Into My Second Chance novel Chapter 293

Evergreen Health Center was originally established as a sanctuary for those from the orphanage, ensuring they wouldn't be mistreated anymore. It also provided free medical care for those less fortunate.

The wealthy patients, on the other hand, were our financial backbone—balancing the scales, so to speak.

"Then we're pulling out," Pearce declared, as he and a few other directors tore up their contracts.

"So, are we still blacklisting Allen Ramsey?"

With Max present, I seized the moment to secure Allen Ramsey for Evergreen Health Center, sparing him from any harassment by the old guard.

"No blacklisting," they all promised in unison, looking to Max as if seeking his approval.

"Allen Ramsey, you're with Evergreen Health Center from now on," I announced.

I didn't expect Allen to refuse. "Claire, I want to try my luck abroad. The atmosphere here…" He trailed off.

"No worries, go ahead," I said, standing up. I glanced at Max. "The food here is awful. How about we grab some apple pie and maybe some ice cream? I've been craving something cold."

But I saw hesitation in Max’s eyes.

"Sure," he finally agreed, and with all eyes on us, we left the room.

Helen was tasked with disposing of all the signed documents.

As I got into the car, Max said, "I need to speak with Helen for a bit. Wait for me here."

He kissed my forehead and walked over to Helen, who seemed to be apologizing, her head bowed. It looked like a reprimand.

I glanced at the front passenger seat where Claude sat.

"Do you want to know what they're talking about?" he suddenly asked me.

"No," I replied. If Max didn’t want me to hear, it was probably nothing good.

"Max, am I sick or something? First, I can't drink, and now no cold treats either."

My heart tightened with worry.

"Claude, maybe you don't have enough work. How familiar are you with the Hilton family business? Recite some of it for Claire, so she gets a sense of it too."

Claude groaned, "Uncle, your payback is swift."

Max snorted. "Get out."

He was too sharp, clearly hiding something from me. It wasn’t just gastritis, that much I knew.