Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 203

With the trail of drugs as a lead, it was a complicated maze to navigate, but persistence would inevitably point the finger at Dorian.

Besides, I had already seen him at Phoebe’s place; he was one of the first to blow his cover.

It was only a matter of time before the cops caught up with him.

And it was he, of all people, who nearly killed Dexter, getting nabbed by the law right at this crucial moment.

It did seem a bit too coincidental.

“He doesn’t have a red birthmark on his arm, does he…” I murmured softly.

If Dorian didn’t have one, then there had to be an accomplice.

Despite doubting my own recollection, I clearly remembered clawing at my attacker’s arm and the red birthmark on it before my death.

I couldn’t be wrong.

He needed to get back to the interrogation room to see what kind of tricks Dorian was playing.

asked Colin in a hushed tone, gripping his hand.

orphanage couldn’t take him anymore, those

it, and it doesn’t solve the core issues. His life

suffocating wave–of a life reduced to mere survival, clinging on through infections that ravaged the organs, desperate enough to rely on drugs

then continued, “Dorian came back around the same time. We shared similar fates, and I’d give him the money I made from collecting bottles and selling scraps so he could buy his medicine. Later, when the Langley family

our time together. From what remained of my childhood memories, Colin would fight for me, knowing full well the severe punishments that awaited him, yet

leaned on his shoulder, whispering. “It’s okay…

Dorian’s soul had been twisted by pain, seeking vengeance on those

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as a cover, the motive

still felt

case soon, and Robin’s quite

Colin conceded, rare praise coming from him.

in the police shed, privy to many secrets and truths about the orphanage,

the person lurking in the shadows. His team was

catch the real murderer.