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.

arms around me and refusing to

at the end?” I asked curiously.

second trimester can help stabilize a pregnant woman’s hormones,

I shouldn’t expect anything

actually know to attend today’s family dinner,” Henry

seat would have been taken by Brendan, but since he had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Henry had taken it upon himself to step

had been frightened by Colin before. They were pale

surveyed the room silently.

gathering, come and take a seat,” Henry commanded,

clearly trying to

telling us to sit down–where exactly? In the corner,

innocently, “Whose family dinner

“It’s

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 him to have a stroke tomorrow too.”

not good at all. Sitting in that chair is like asking for a stroke.”

his hand on the table and stood up. “The nerve! Where’s the respect for your elders?”

by his loud voice. “My husband and I aren’t feeling well, so we won’t be staying for dinner. We’ll be leaving

Henry bellowed, signaling for several bodyguards at