Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 53

Colin’s hand was clearly injured, a sign of deliberate harm. He couldn’t use a fork, so he was clumsily holding his bowl between his palms. Hesitant at first, he finally set the bowl aside and retreated into a corner in silence.

I softened my expression and reached out to him. “Let me take a look at your hand.”

Colin was naturally guarded, but after a long pause, he gingerly extended his injured hand to me. Seizing the opportunity, I examined it closely from all angles, relieved to find no trace of the scarlet birthmark that belonged to the person who had tried to end my life.

Clearly, he wasn’t the one who killed me, but he was undoubtedly linked to the crime. If not the accomplice, then certainly a co–conspirator.

The serial killings, my parents‘ demise, the memories I’d lost after the car accident…

So many truths… elusively complex, yet seemingly within grasp.

What was the true story?

“Does it hurt?” I asked Colin, looking up to win his favor.

His response was quiet, his large, beautiful eyes reflecting a mix of innocence and intensity.

“Who did this to your fingers?” I couldn’t help but feel a chill at the sight of the deep, turned–out wounds on each of his fingertips.

be twisted

prevent my escape,” Colin said,

I noted the height.

state, and the burns on his

took a deep breath, anger rising within me. “Your wounds

want him to father an heir, at least let him get medical treatment! Are you even

watched me, and as I pounded on the door in frustration, he

I blurted out

after speaking, I tensed. As Phoebe, my parents had died in a car crash, but as Foebe, my parents

just said that. I wish they’d die in a crash,” I backpedaled

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didn’t respond, but then he smiled. “Phoebe…” he called my

turned to face him.

the door,” Colin said as he stood and slowly

retreated from his approach,

stopped, not wanting to frighten me. After an uncomfortable pause, he spoke up. “Do you want… to

Of course I wanted out. I couldn’t stay trapped here forever, a mere breeding instrument. Only by getting out could I unravel the truth, tear away Melody’s hypocritical facade,

picking up a pregnancy test from the table and handing it to