Rebirth Into My Second Chance

I was drifting aimlessly through the city streets, a restless ghost that ended up in the police station. Ronald was my only hope. I wished he could personally inform Claude of my demise. I was dead. Ronald was curious about how Claude would react upon receiving the document.

But after an hour with no response, he grew impatient. As he was getting ready to meet Claude, a young detective rushed in, saying, "Mr. Collins, the higher-ups have decided to drop this case. They have had those three charred bodies cremated." "What did you say!" Ronald's grip tightened on the young detective's collar before he let go, defeated. He grabbed the DNA report weakly, muttering, "Even with this document, we now lack any convincing evidence!"

The young detective lamented, "True. It's not an official document. It won't hold up, which is a shame for Claire. She's dead, and nobody knows."

I wanted to cry, but as a spirit, I couldn't touch my face, letting my tears flow freely.

I screamed silently. 'Why do I have to deal with this disrespect even in death, with nothing left of me, not even the truth about how I died?'

Ronald pulled out his phone to call Claude, but upon connecting, he found himself at a loss for words and hung up.

"Never mind. Claude didn't react to the document. He still doesn't believe it. We need to find more substantial evidence!" Ronald knew Claude, a lawyer who valued solid evidence above all.

With a sigh, Ronald looked at the DNA report, his expression filled with sorrow.

Then, Ronald's phone rang. It was Claude calling. Hesitantly, Ronald answered, putting him on speaker.

"Mr. Collins, is there something you need?" asked Claude.

Ronald barely opened his mouth, unable to find the words.

Claude broke the silence. "If you've found something more on Claire, must say, unless I see her in person, I don't believe any evidence. It could all be her tricking me."

Ronald snorted, "Maybe you'll never see her again."

There was a pause before Claude responded, "No, I'm still here, and she wouldn't leave me. Listen to this recording."

'A recording? When did I ever make a recording?' I wondered.

"Claude, you owe me, and I will haunt you for a lifetime!"

That was indeed something I said. But I said it in a moment of anger because Claude had repeatedly favored Kate over me. And that was why I had lashed out. Who recorded that?

Claude was sure. "Mr. Collins, given Claire's personality, she would have come to me to claim a favor. So, she can't be dead."

No wonder Claude labeled me as Grim Reaper on the phone. It was indeed so because Claude owed my parents their lives. I was determined to make him pay.

Ronald threw his phone in anger. "Let's go back to the first crime scene and check if we missed anything."

I tried shouting to Ronald, "There's

nothing there, but a bracelet my parents gave me is in Scar Man's cabin. Find that bracelet, and Claude

will know something happened toContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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But Ronald couldn't hear me. I didn't know how else to make them aware of the cabin.

Before leaving, Ronald made a stop at the hospital. Scar Man was in ICU, awaiting a second brain surgery, and the hospital was debating who. would operate. He was a crucial witness, and a failed surgery would be a heavy burden.

So, Ronald was there to see Max.

Max, always impeccably dressed, was getting ready to leave, which seemed at odds with his profession as a doctor.