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.

mustering my courage and taking a firm grip on Colin’s hand as we

the car.

come this way,” Eric

following

was before a collection of memorial tablets, probably praying for

tablet for Brendan’s eldest son, Colin’s father Ethan Langley. Though Colin was

intently on that tablet, his face expressionless.

Langley was accompanied by another for someone named Logan

car accident, the very heirs Brendan had painstakingly

the least favored by Brendan: indulgent, undisciplined,

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short in that tragic

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 I

Langley family, our roles were clear: we were mere instruments for bearing the next

finishing his prayers, turning to

out to Colin, but he wouldn’t take it, his eyes glued to

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

voice hoarse. “You’re all…

for a moment, seeing the depth of

All liars?