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?

buddy of Edward Caldwell, we grew up together, best of friends.” It was as if he intended for me to

widened

was Phoebe Caldwell’s father.

one providing her with psychological counseling,” Damian said with a smile. He had the air of someone seasoned by life, but his presence was undeniably magnetic.

off to the side, observing my every

as if their probing eyes were studying a lab rat in a

me who you’re friends with or whose doctor

smiled. “Apologies for the intrusion.”

mother who found Dr. Damian, to

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

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Im sorry for mistaking you for Phoebe

to politeness threw me off. I snorted

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

As they rounded another corner, I stealthily followed to overhear Dexter’s question to Damian.

be right,”

should I do

she’s stressed, she might choose to block out memories she doesn’t want to face. Through