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.”

after they had driven off, Caleb was still as protective

and nudged him

off, resting peacefully against the

state, I was momentarily captivated by his

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

his cold medicine, and made sure he was tucked into

you known Colin?” I ventured as we

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

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

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

carried deeper

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I delicately broached the subject. “When did they find

to a small room in the attic and opened the door. Inside the

certificates filled the

a room full of accolades, unable to speak.

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

at the boy in the photo, I

so

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