Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 188

“Colin, are you hurt? Who’s been picking on you?”

“They ruined the cupcake I made for you…”

Memories, strange and unfamiliar, began to surface in my mind–snapshots of a little girl crouching beside a boy, inquiring about his injuries.

The little boy was holding a smashed cupcake, his eyes brimming with tears.

The girl was dressed in a red dress; she took a piece of the ruined cupcake and tasted it. “It’s so sweet.”

My head pounded as if it were about to split open. I rubbed my temples, but the alien memories clung to me, persistent and unsettling.

What were they?

“Madam, would you like something to eat?” The nanny’s voice came softly through the door.

Her words pulled me back to the present, and I stepped outside. “Where’s Caleb?”

The nanny glanced around before speaking in a hushed tone, “Mr. Caleb… we don’t know where he has gone.”

A frown creased my brow. Where could he be?

“Madam, I haven’t been here long, but you might ask Wendy; she’s been with the Langley family for ages.”

I nodded, not wanting to trouble the young nanny further, and made my way downstairs.

had undergone a complete overhaul. The old staff was gone, except for Wendy, who still managed

where’s Caleb?” I was irritable earlier and somewhat short with Colin, and I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings.

at this date. He asked me to tell you to rest well and eat properly,” said Wendy.

couldn’t shake off a nagging worry for him; his

where he was going?” I pressed.

“We dare not pry

bites, I left the

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destination, the memory of the girl in the red dress and the boy with

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe.”

cut at the corner of his mouth. Desperately, I tried to recall his features.

Lips, nose, eyes…

suddenly sat upright, my breath

Colin.

Colin’s face? The young boy with mixed heritage, his eyes so clear and piercing.

driver announced our destination and parked the

face the dilapidated alleyway, littered with trash and reeking

Sea City’s last slum, an

homeless gathered here, a melting pot of

woman with mental challenges, yet somehow accused

the third floor, I was surrounded by