Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 181

I knew what Hailey was up to. She was out to crucify Colin with the same tactics and public scrutiny.

Taking a deep breath, I jumped to my feet, determined to confront Colin about this animal cruelty business.

But when I turned around, there he was, sitting on the stairs. His gaze was intense, his eyes rimmed with red as if he’d suffered a great injustice.

“Phoebe…” His voice was barely a whisper as he called my name. “Don’t settle.”

“This won’t completely ruin Dexter. He’ll fight back. At worst, he’s looking at a two–week stint in the prison,” I said. Even though I knew it could spell trouble for the Fitzgerald Group, to Dexter personally, it wasn’t much of a punishment.

“A fortnight in the clink…” Colin seemed to barely contain his glee.

As far as he was concerned, Dexter’s misfortune was a reason to celebrate.

“You think the Fitzgeralds are just going to roll over?” I sighed, sitting beside Colin. “Those Fitzgeralds, they don’t take things lying down. Mrs. Fitzgerald won’t let this go. A short detention is nothing; the real issue is the hit to the Fitzgerald Group.”

Colin hugged his knees, resting his forehead on them, looking every bit like a big, forlorn, abandoned pup.

My gaze lingered on Colin, complex emotions swirling within me as I spoke again. “Colin… When you have an episode, do you… hurt animals?”

He froze for a second before looking at me, silent.

eyes, I saw a multitude of emotions – was it

blaming me for my lack of

this photo, then?” I showed him the picture

at me. “If I say

hard to immediately side with Colin, not when

Fitzgeralds will use this to smear you, to attack you. They’ll latch onto your mental health issues and blow them out of proportion…” I lowered my head, not

to be glued to his phone, or

a post that had been circulating since last year,

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was sadly common. with a picture of Colin holding a bloodied kitten,

had a journalist’s flair for the dramatic, reducing Colin and vagabonds like him to

then, the post had gone

begin to imagine what Colin had gone through during that time. The power of

do you?” Colin’s voice was hoarse, suddenly tinged with a hint of

as if he was desperately seeking trust in my eyes.

eyes slowly reddening as he

He was crying…

reached out to grab his hand. I just wanted to hear his

sensitive about the cat thing.

didn’t respond and ran back to