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.

this any of your business? She’s my

persisted stubbornly, his voice hoarse with emotion, as if he was desperate

a wave of nausea. “Get out.”

gaze lowered, Dexter continued speaking, seemingly more to himself than to me. He was

Pathetic.

anyone else. I just… couldn’t believe that you could love me back.” Dexter’s voice broke as he 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

you’re full of yourself. If

a guilt that seemed to drain his strength.

to explain, but his explanations were

Grandma Quella mumbled in her delirium, calling out the names

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the Larson family chose not to pursue the matter further. Instead, they doted on Coraline, the girl they had raised, while treating Foebe like a wild country girl, fearing she might