Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 250

Get yourself checked out if you’re feeling sick, Colin frowned in disgust, pulling me back With him. Don’t catch whatever she’s got; it’s toxic.”

Melody gave a mocking laugh, looking at me with amusement. “Foebe, congratulations on snagging yourself a real catch,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she emphasized the words ‘real catch‘.

She seemed like someone watching a play, waiting to see my downfall. “You two are just perfect for each other. Here’s to a lifetime of happiness, to growing old together, and to having a bunch of little ones running around.”

The blessing that came from her lips sounded more like a wicked curse.

It was evident she was waiting to see me become the butt of the joke, to witness my demise. She was mocking me for consorting with the devil, for my own descent into hell.

“I wish

you the same,” I said to her, holding Colin’s hand tightly as we turned to leave. “May you and Dexter be inseparable. Make sure he doesn’t escape to bring misery to others.”

Melody’s eyes filled with venom as Colin and I walked into the living room, and only then did she leave.

“Don’t believe a word she says. I’ll treat you right, Phoebe, I promise,” Colin said, as if to reassure me, worried that Melody’s words might affect me.

“I believe you,” I replied with a smile.

was overjoyed, wrapping his arms around me and refusing to let go.

did the doctor tell you at the end?”

being intimate during the second trimester can help stabilize a

nearly bit my tongue. I knew I shouldn’t expect anything serious to come out from his

attend today’s family dinner,” Henry said sternly, clutching

since he had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Henry

by Colin before. They were pale as ghosts, huddling close to Henry, clearly

surveyed the room silently.

take a seat,” Henry commanded,

clearly trying to put us in

he was telling us to sit down–where exactly? In the corner, or should

at Eric and asked innocently, “Whose family dinner is this, anyway?”

replied politely, “It’s the Langley

family?” I continued. “Is it Henry? Since when did he take over? Grandpa’s not gone yet, and here he is, sitting in Grandpa’s chair. That can’t be good luck. Wouldn’t want

not good at all. Sitting in that chair is

table and stood up. “The nerve! Where’s

his loud voice. “My husband and I aren’t feeling well, so we

for several