Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 230

In the emergency room, the air was thick with tension and antiseptic.

My hands were clasped together tightly as I silently prayed for Grandma Quella. Though she wasn’t my actual grandmother, I couldn’t ignore the fact that she had raised Foebe Larson, the girl whose identity I had inadvertently assumed.

The doctor emerged midway through the ordeal, a solemn look on his face as he prepared us for the worst and asked me to sign some documents. My heart raced, fear gnawing at me from

the inside.

“There’s no immediate danger to her life now,” the doctor finally said after what felt like an eternity. “We’ve moved her to a regular room for observation. Given her age and the 99% blockage in her cerebral artery, surgery isn’t advisable. Just make sure she gets plenty of care. It was a sudden heart attack this time. She’s lucky to have pulled through.”

I nodded, my thanks a mere whisper, and took my vigil beside the hospital bed.

“Your grandmother is going to be okay.” Dexter murmured, trying to soothe me.

no mood for his presence. “Dexter, how is this any

hoarse with emotion, as if he was

words stirring a wave of

you, that I don’t trust you.” With his gaze lowered, Dexter continued speaking, seemingly more to himself than to me. He was convinced I was Phoebe Caldwell, and he was hell–bent on making

Pathetic.

reached for my wrist. “You were so against the arranged marriage, so unwilling to marry me. It was you who had a teenage crush on someone else, you who never had a place for me in your eyes. I couldn’t trust it, couldn’t accept that

hand away. “Dexter, you’re full of

a guilt that seemed to drain

wanted to explain, but his

Quella mumbled in her delirium, calling out the names of Foebe Larson and Coraline Larson.

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family chose not to pursue the matter further. Instead, they doted on Coraline, the girl