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,

the cherry

most basic ones run a quarter of a million per square foot. Was she out of her mind, or was it Colin? Why should

holds no standing within the Langleys. Because of his condition, everyone bullies us,” I said, feigning distress.

he’s certainly no Dexter. Dexter runs some big–shot company; he could afford it. He seems sweet on

feeling too hot, I 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 of the room.

growing wings now that you’re back with your birth

this old bat

know how Foebe Larson’s adoptive parents died?” Colin’s voice was dark and heavy as we walked down the corridor. Suddenly,

I was genuinely clueless about the

resisting arrest. Accidental

the root of his disdain

“Human traffickers.”

lot of

around homeless kids, pretending to be

Had he known all this from the

was indeed shrouded in secrets,