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?

together, best of friends.” It was as if he intended for me to overhear, emphasizing his special bond with my

widened in shock.

Phoebe Caldwell’s

I was the one providing her with psychological counseling,” Damian said with a smile. He had the air of

to the side, observing my every

were

who you’re friends with

simply smiled. “Apologies for the

“It was my mother who found Dr. Damian,

have you gone mad? If you’re insane, there are institutions for that.” Damian remained silent,

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Larson, Dexter smartly used my current name Instead of calling me Phoebe. Im sorry for mistaking you for Phoebe Caldwell. I

off. I snorted

again, leaving with Damian. His behavior was too abnormal, making me suspect something was amiss. My left eyelid twitched uneasily.

you make any sense of it?” As they rounded another corner,

be right,”

should I

a strong sense of self. When she’s stressed, she might choose to block out memories she doesn’t want to face. Through psychological guidance, we can help