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.

staff was gone, except for Wendy, who still managed the

was irritable earlier and somewhat short with Colin, and I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings.

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

couldn’t shake off

say where he was

head. “We dare not pry into Mr. Caleb’s affairs.”

a few bites,

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the memory of the girl in the red dress and

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe.”

boy’s face was a blur, but I remembered a cut at the corner of his mouth. Desperately, I tried to recall his

Lips, nose, eyes…

sat upright, my breath catching.

Colin.

thinking of Colin’s face? The young boy with mixed heritage, his eyes so clear

our destination and parked the

to face the dilapidated alleyway, littered with trash and

was Sea City’s last slum, an undeveloped

here, a melting pot of

was there to see Zoe, Carter’s sister–the woman with mental challenges, yet somehow accused

to the third floor, I was surrounded by refuse.