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 grip on Colin’s hand as we got

the car.

way,” Eric said, waiting for

following Eric

of memorial tablets, probably praying for ancestral blessings on whatever was troubling

father Ethan Langley. Though Colin was born out of wedlock, he was still his son.

on that tablet,

for Ethan Langley was accompanied by another for someone named Logan Langley, likely Brendan’s grandson.

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

initially the least favored by Brendan: indulgent, undisciplined, and lacking in wit–hardly a suitable successor.

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was cut short in that tragic accident, leaving Samuel as Brendan’s sole surviving son–an underachiever incapable of

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

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

Brendan instructed after finishing his prayers, turning to look at Colin

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

reprimand, I softly coaxed him. “Colin, it’s time

his voice hoarse. “You’re all… liars.”

moment, seeing the depth of disappointment

All liars?