Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 198

This was a trap Melody had set for the ‘murderer‘.

My heart skipped a beat, and confusion began to cloud my thoughts.

What was I even thinking? If Colin really was the murderer, I should despise him with every bone in my body, wishing he’d be riddled with bullets already.

So why… why was I actually worried about him?

“Foebe, you’re the only one who can stop him now,” Melody’s voice was still shaking. She was hiding somewhere; through the phone, I could hear the sound of metal scraping against the ground, as if someone was dragging an axe or some other tool.

“I’m at the orphanage… I’m at the orphanage.”

Melody had a death wish, sneaking off to the orphanage of all places.

“I bet Dexter’s lurking in the shadows, too, huh? You love him so much; he’ll keep you safe. Calling me over, you sure know how to cover your bases. What, killing Phoebe wasn’t enough for you? Now, you want to get me killed, too? I’m not as naive as she was.”

I felt a twinge of guilt as I said it.

“You’ll come because you want to know the secret about her…” Melody said confidently.

must’ve plotted with Dexter, wanting me to come and see the real face of the ‘murderer‘, who they were convinced was Colin.

why Melody was so adamant about me going there.

Melody’s voice

husband.” Melody’s shaky

stood there, hesitating for a moment, before deciding to call the

had called the police in my past life, I wouldn’t have met such a

though I couldn’t rely on anyone, the police were surely more dependable than Dexter

at the orphanage,” I finally got through to him on the phone. “She says the murderer’s after her, and he’s already

to operate on Tangle Lane, and she sticks the tracking device on a dog, sneaking off to Nocturne by herself,

still in a frenzy, probably leading a team

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Chapter 198

I decided to go to the orphanage.

told. I was

it was Colin who was out to

I dashed out of the villa, the large dog squatting in the yard bolted, wagging its tail

stood under the streetlamp, holding a steaming bag of deep–fried mushrooms,

1. me.

favorite fast–food chain, where there’s always a long line to