Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 137

“Heh…consider yourself lucky not to have been killed, picking a fight with a mentally ill patient with aggressive tendencies. You must have a death wish,” the officer chided.

The middle–aged man was visibly shaken, his loud protests now silenced.

Eric glanced at Caleb and spoke respectfully. “Young Master, we can go home now.”

Caleb reached out and took my hand, whispering, “Phoebe… let’s head back.”

I was inexplicably irked, unsure of the source of my annoyance.

At the door, the little girl’s family had arrived to pick her up. They looked well–off, which put my mind at ease.

“See you around, Miss, Mr. handsome,” the little girl waved before being ushered into the car by a man who had quite the presence and wasn’t too hard on the eyes.

“Thanks for everything,” the man said, a perfect gentleman, expressing his gratitude to both me and Caleb.

“No sweat,” I replied with a casual smile, keeping it polite.

Caleb, however, was on high alert, keeping me firmly behind him.

The man gave Caleb a nod and a smile. “I’ll leave you be, then.”

Caleb was still as protective as a wolf with its

sighed and nudged him into

dozed off, resting

tranquil state, I was

apologize for the fright. Young Master’s condition…it’s just how it is. But he rarely has episodes

we got home, coaxed Caleb into taking his cold medicine, and made sure

as we stepped out of the room

Eric replied. That was the year

he like back then?” I was genuinely curious about the

he stood,” Eric said wistfully.

words carried

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subject. “When did they find

room in the attic and opened the door. Inside the dusty

awards, trophies, and certificates

shock, taking in a room full of accolades,

truly cared for Mr. Caleb in his own restrained way,” Eric explained, pointing to a particular photo. “This is from Mr. Caleb’s first

the photo, I suddenly felt

looked so

clear eyes. The young Colin was the epitome of innocence. Holding a trophy, he stood out