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

lack of faith in

about this photo, then?” I showed him the picture Hailey had sent,

the picture, then looked up at me. “If I say it wasn’t me, would you

hard to immediately side with Colin, not when I

the Fitzgeralds will use this to smear you, to attack you. They’ll latch onto your mental health issues and blow them out of

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

Hailey sent another article – a post that had been

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homeless was sadly common. with a picture of Colin holding a bloodied

journalist’s flair for the

gone viral, amassing

imagine what Colin had gone through during that time. The

you?” Colin’s voice was

grabbed my wrist as if he was desperately seeking trust in my

dropped, his eyes slowly reddening

He was crying…

Instinctively, I reached out to grab his hand. I just wanted

particularly sensitive about

respond and ran back to his