Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 77

I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I woke up, I found Colin’s hand still cushioning my head.

Rubbing my forehead, I gazed at Colin, bleary–eyed. Had he been holding up my head the whole journey?

Over three hours…

Was he genuinely challenged or just playing the fool?

“Where are we?” I murmured.

“The Langley old house,” Colin whispered back, clutching my hand as if he feared something terrible.

Those pitiful yet captivating deep eyes of his always seemed to trigger a protective instinct in others.

“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” I reassured him, patting the back of his hand, though I was pretty scared myself.

What was this place, some kind of haunted manor in the middle of nowhere? The surrounding wilderness was eerie enough, and the house itself looked downright desolate.

And with the lights on at this hour, it resembled a scene straight out of a horror flick about a haunted village.

and taking a firm

the car.

please come this way,” Eric said, waiting for us at

following

memorial tablets, probably praying for

Colin’s father Ethan Langley. Though

was fixed intently on that tablet, his

accompanied by another for someone

perished in a car accident, the very heirs Brendan had painstakingly groomed to take over

Brendan: indulgent, undisciplined, and lacking in

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line was cut short in that tragic accident, leaving

as Brendan, the absence of an heir was a major issue–how could he let the Langley lineage end with him? That’s where Colin and

clear: we were mere instruments for bearing the

respects,” Brendan instructed after finishing his prayers, turning

it out to Colin, but he wouldn’t take it, his eyes glued to the memorial tablet. I could tell he was

of emotions stirred in me, but fearing Brendan’s reprimand,

to me, his voice hoarse. “You’re

the

All liars?