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

him into the

the drive home, Caleb dozed off,

his tranquil state, I was momentarily captivated

how it is. But he rarely has episodes as long as he’s not provoked,” Eric

cold medicine, and made sure he was tucked into bed before I finally breathed a

ventured as we

was fourteen, in the Genius Class,” Eric replied.

genuinely curious about the teenage

a beacon wherever he stood,” Eric said wistfully. “But in a

words carried deeper

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delicately broached the subject. “When did they

small room in the attic and opened the door.

and certificates filled the

in shock, taking in a room full of

restrained way,” Eric explained, pointing to a particular photo. “This is from Mr.

the boy in the photo, I suddenly

looked so familiar…

a bright smile and clear eyes. The young Colin was the epitome of innocence. Holding