Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 45

Another victim had surfaced, and the revelation sent me reeling to my feet.

That lunatic, how could he have taken so many lives?

All those girls who were adopted from the orphanage were brutally murdered, one by one…

What was the reason behind this madness?

That maniac had dumped all the bodies from the orphanage, but kept mine. What was he planning to do with my body?

Did he realize he had killed the wrong person? Or was it something else….

“We’ve caught Colin,” the officer reported, his breath shaky and his voice hoarse. “He didn’t run. He just stood there and let us take him.”

“This time, on the body… we found…” He trailed off, struggling to continue.

“What did you find?” Robin demanded, the urgency clear in his voice.

The young officer shot a wary glance at Stella, debating whether to share the gruesome details. Stella was already trembling, her breathing faint. “Just… tell us.”

“The eyes…” the officer took a deep breath. “The forensic expert examined and said the eyes in the victim’s sockets were placed there post–mortem. They don’t belong to the victim. We suspect… they might be Phoebe’s.”

Stella collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

The eyes…

Had Colin taken my eyes?

I was terrified, my whole body shaking.

trying

he want?

a madman!” I cried out uncontrollably, sinking to the floor in tears.

Such brutality.

he took a deep breath. “Take

to the scene. She couldn’t

Robin said, scratching his head in

by Stella’s side, sharing in her

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gone and can’t keep our

pact that if neither of us found

together in some cozy city.

Now, that’s impossible.

Robin returned quickly.

medical examiner was still working. These

time.

news, arrived looking even

believe it… I just can’t!”

accept that those eyes in the corpse could be mine, but the autopsy results slapped him with

were my

and the other officers were convinced I had been murdered. Even Stella sat dejected on the floor, no longer resisting the truth. She

he’d heard some sick

him or to slap some sense into him. It

person left for the killer to target

bloodshot. “Fine,

as bait now? Too bad, it’s too late,” Robin said meaningfully, shaking his head. “People only

fists tightly,