Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 248

Dexter’s injuries should have mostly heated by now, since trouble always had a way of sticking around for a lifetime. He was walking alongside a middle–aged man, engaged in a conversation about something I couldn’t make out.

As they turned the corner, he caught sight of me, hesitated, as if he had something to say but thought better of it

I ignored him, but my gaze lingered on the middle–aged man, causing a strange tightness in my cheat. There was something too familiar about him.

Who was this man?

tracked my brain trying to place the middle–aged man, but his face eluded me.

He noticed me too and approached with a smile.

Instinctively, I resisted, my body tensing as I prepared to flee.

His scrutinizing gaze seemed to pierce through me. “Good day, Miss Larson, I’m Damian, a psychologist.”

I paused, taken aback.

A psychologist?

It was

widened

Phoebe Caldwell’s father.

said with a smile. He had the air of someone seasoned

side, observing my every reaction.

their probing eyes were studying a lab rat in

with or whose doctor you are?” I

“Apologies

who found Dr. Damian, to help me

insane, there are institutions for that.” Damian remained silent, his smile gentle yet somehow unsettling.

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of calling me Phoebe. Im sorry for mistaking you for Phoebe

threw me off. I

bothered you,” Dexter apologized again, leaving with Damian. His behavior was too

rounded another corner, I stealthily followed to overhear Dexter’s

might be right,”

I

sense of self. When she’s stressed, she might choose to block out