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?

was as if he

eyes widened

Phoebe Caldwell’s

said with a smile. He had the air of someone seasoned by life, but his presence

stood off to the side, observing my every reaction.

probing eyes were studying a lab rat in a

to me who you’re friends with or whose doctor you are?” I frowned.

smiled. “Apologies for

mother who found Dr. Damian,

you gone mad? If you’re insane, there are institutions for that.” Damian remained silent, his smile gentle yet somehow unsettling.

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Phoebe. Im sorry for mistaking you for Phoebe Caldwell. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

to politeness threw me off. I snorted dismissively,

Dexter apologized again, leaving with Damian. His behavior was too abnormal, making me suspect something was

any sense of it?” As they rounded another corner, I stealthily followed to overhear Dexter’s question to Damian.

guess might be

should I do

self. When she’s stressed, she might choose to block out memories she doesn’t want to face. Through psychological guidance, we