Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 234

Quella nodded with a warm chuckle. “Blessed be. Foebe is lucky to have you.”

Colin stood off to the side, quiet as a church mouse, a stark contrast to his usual charming self. His presence felt cold, almost detached.

I had this sinking feeling that he didn’t take to Foebe’s grandmother all too kindly.

“Foebe, darling, I just don’t get your folks. Why on Earth would they push you to tie the knot with the Langleys? How much dowry did they pocket? I raised you, sweetheart. Surely, your dear old grandma should get a heads–up before any of that money reaches your mcm and dad, right?” Quella said, her voice sugary sweet, feigning concern for her.

I stiffened. There was something off about Foebe’s grandmother. She was nothing like I’d imagined. I thought she genuinely cared for Foebe, but now it didn’t seem quite so.

“Foebe, why don’t you give Coraline a ring, have her come by for a visit?” Quella whispered, blatantly ignoring Colin.

Perhaps she thought Colin was none the wiser.

“Also, before I got hospitalized, your brother mentioned wanting to buy a house. He’s not your blood, sure, but you grew up in our family, didn’t you? Your uncle looked after you too.”

When I didn’t respond, Quella spoke again, a little more hushed. “Foebe, that dimwit Colin, does he have any money? Enough to help your brother get a place? Nothing big, just a modest home in the suburbs of Sea City, maybe 1,000 square feet or so. And if he could swing a car too,

be the cherry on

of a million per square foot. Was she out of her mind, or was it Colin? Why should anyone bankroll

holds no standing within the Langleys. Because of his condition, everyone

runs some big–shot company; he

need to get him back to his room. You rest up, I’ll come around another day,” I said, dodging her demands and pulling Colin out

you’re back with your birth parents?”

this old bat serious?

parents died?” Colin’s voice was dark and heavy as we

I was genuinely clueless about the fate of

while resisting arrest. Accidental death,” he said solemnly.

had been the root of his disdain for

“Human traffickers.”

lot of them.

Foebe around homeless kids, pretending to be friendly, all the while waiting

at Colin, stunned. Had he known

indeed shrouded in secrets,