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.

a multitude of emotions – was it hurt? Despair? Sorrow?

blaming me for my lack

I showed him the picture Hailey had

looked up at me. “If I say it wasn’t me,

immediately side with Colin,

blow them out of proportion…” I lowered my head, not wanting to imagine the cruelty of the impending

glued to his phone, or else it would be a different kind

sent another article – a post that

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Stray Animals.” It detailed how abuse from the homeless was sadly common. with a picture of Colin holding

was scathing; its author clearly had a journalist’s flair for

post had gone viral, amassing millions of

Colin had gone through during that time. The power of public opinion

voice was hoarse, suddenly tinged

desperately seeking trust in

slowly reddening as he stood and walked

He was crying…

hand. I just wanted to hear his

he seemed particularly sensitive about the cat thing.

He didn’t respond and ran