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 top.”

Foebe’s grandmother in disbelief. A house in Sea City’s suburbs? Even the most basic ones run a quarter of a million per square foot. Was

a joke, and he holds no standing within the Langleys. Because

my plight, pressing on. “Well, he’s certainly no Dexter. Dexter runs some big–shot company; he could afford it. He

feeling too hot, I need to get him back to his room. You rest up, I’ll come around another day,” I said, dodging

growing wings now that you’re back with your birth parents?” Quella spat out angrily.

this old

was dark and heavy as

clueless about the fate of

arrest. Accidental death,” he said solemnly.

of his disdain

“Human traffickers.”

whole lot of them.

She’d parade Foebe around homeless kids, pretending to be friendly, all the while waiting for buyers to make their

he known all this

was indeed shrouded in secrets,