Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 136

I glanced around; the crowd was thick, and so was the number of phones recording the scene.

This was bad.

“Colin, you really went overboard,” I said, a bit ticked off as I grabbed Caleb’s arm. “We’re in public, for heaven’s sake. The guy was just hogging seats. Did you really need to go all Rambo on him?”

Suddenly, I remembered my first day waking up in Foebe’s body; he was ready to throttle me just for misplacing his bracelet.

The guy… he’s a nutcase, prone to going zero to sixty in a heartbeat.

“Apologize to the man!” I urged Caleb, worried he’d end up in an asylum if he kept this up. Getting him to say sorry was the least we could do.

Caleb looked down, somewhat sheepishly, picked up the man’s phone, and clammed up.

“Give his phone back!” I wondered what on earth was going through his head.

Dealing with someone who’s off their rocker is enough to drive anyone insane.

“Sir, next stop; I’m taking you to the hospital,” I said, trying to calm the man down.

the guy, cradling his wrist in pain, stopped his ranting and didn’t even

heading to the police station, whether we liked it or

didn’t do anything wrong. That man was harassing us first. He was just stepping in to help,” the little girl defended Caleb earnestly.

I wanted to blurt out that he was mentally ill, but that would just crush his ego in public. So I bit my tongue and said instead, “Even so,

remained silent, offering

the train reached the station, the

the man, now sweating with pain, suddenly didn’t want

the man suspiciously, then glanced at Caleb, who’d been trailing

didn’t return the phone to the man but handed it to the cops instead. “He’s

ordering the man to

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three seats, why he

upskirt photos of the girl, claiming a trio of seats to

gallery, they

one look, screamed in horror, clutched at her dress,

suddenly feeling guilty. I had misunderstood him.

just kept his head down.

kept up a stream of hero–worship toward Caleb all the way