Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 176

“We need to get home.” I murmured, my thoughts a tangled web as I quickened my pace and took Colin’s hand.

He followed with his head hung low, sobbing softly.

Worry gnawed at me, and I lifted his bangs to examine the bruise on his forehead. “Does it hurt?”

Colin nodded, his eyes rimmed red, tears streaming down as if they were worthless.

Suddenly, my heart clenched painfully.

Those eyes were too innocent. It was impossible to reconcile them with those of a murderer.

“Promise me you won’t hurt yourself again.” I carefully wiped the blood from his face and led him outside.

Waiting for us was Dexter’s bodyguard.

Colin tensed immediately, shielding me behind him, ready to leap like a wild animal at its prey.

“You’d rather trust a lunatic than believe me?” Dexter approached, wincing as he touched a bloody cut on his forehead. “Foebe, you’re becoming more and more like Phoebe.”

eyed Dexter warily. “What are you

you? You hated

protectively in front of me, eyeing Dexter with mistrust. “You’re the one who deceived her. You’re the one who deserves death.”

like you’re not going to give

raced with fear. What madness was Dexter plotting? “What are you trying

shield Colin, but

fighter, but he was blindsided by

Dexter’s men, my eyes blazing

even kill or commit suicide–it’s all possible,” Dexter said coldly, looking down

frantically, dread mounting

to throw Colin off the building.

let him be?”

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vendetta wasn’t just about avenging Phoebe; it was about his pitiful, fragile ego. He was running from the truth that he was the one who had killed

comes

Dexter. “You’re the

“Police!”