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.

of emotions –

me for my lack of faith in him?

showed him the picture

at me. “If

was hard to immediately side with Colin, not when I

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

he wasn’t one to be glued to his phone, or else it would be a different kind of

article – a post that had been circulating since last year,

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from the homeless was sadly

flair for the dramatic, reducing Colin and vagabonds

post had gone viral, amassing millions

begin to imagine what Colin had gone through during that time. The power of public opinion was lethal.

you don’t believe me, do you?” Colin’s voice was

he was desperately seeking trust in my

reddening

He was crying…

I reached out to grab his hand. I just wanted to hear his side of the story.

particularly sensitive about the

and ran back to his