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.”

still as

him into the car.

home, Caleb dozed off, resting peacefully against

tranquil state, I was momentarily captivated by

it is. But he rarely has episodes as long as he’s not provoked,” Eric explained in hushed tones.

until we got home, coaxed Caleb into taking his cold medicine, and made sure he was tucked into bed before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Colin?” I ventured as we stepped out of the room to chat.

him since he was fourteen, in the Genius Class,” Eric replied. That was the year the Langley

back then?” I was genuinely curious about the teenage Caleb, in the prime of his youth.

he stood,” Eric said wistfully. “But in a powerful family, excellence can be a curse.”

words carried

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some thought, I delicately broached the subject. “When did they find out

Eric led me to a small room in the attic and opened the door. Inside the dusty room were keepsakes from

and certificates filled

in a room full of accolades, unable to speak.

Langley. He truly cared for Mr. Caleb in his own restrained way,” Eric explained, pointing to

at the boy in the photo, I suddenly felt a

looked so

was the epitome of innocence. Holding a trophy, he stood