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.

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

lack of faith

him the picture Hailey had sent,

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

evidence staring me in the face, it was hard to immediately side with Colin,

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 wanting to imagine the cruelty of the

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

sent another article – a post that had been circulating

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abuse from the homeless was sadly common. with a picture of Colin

journalist’s flair for the dramatic, reducing Colin and vagabonds like

had gone viral, amassing millions of views.

had gone through during

don’t believe me, do you?” Colin’s voice was hoarse, suddenly tinged with a hint of

as if he was desperately seeking trust in my eyes. But it

reddening as he stood and walked

He was crying…

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

particularly sensitive about the

ran