Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 269

The incessant hum of medical equipment, the sharp scent of antiseptic, the sterile wash of fluorescent lights, and the sepulchral silence of the hallways…

“Hang in there…”

The hoarse and piercing screams resonated through the isolation ward.

The young nurse stood aside, turning her gaze away in sympathy.

On the hospital bed, the man clinging to life gripped a small, wallet–sized photo with fingers grotesquely mangled by burns.

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe…”

“Your vocal cords are damaged; surgery can’t fully restore them. Try not to speak; bear with it.”

The doctor, with a heavy heart, whispered his instructions.

“Mhm.” He simply bowed his head into the pillow, enduring as the doctor worked on his raw and mangled wounds.

“How is he holding up?”

“Why does someone so handsome have to suffer like this?”

“His survival is a miracle.” The doctor sighed as he left the ward.

“Multifocal burns… The pain from those superficial second–degree burn areas can reach a level 10. It’s going to significantly affect and stimulate his senses. Even if he lives, his perception of pain will become numb.” The doctor peered at Colin through the

observation window.

there, seemingly surviving on

“Phoebe…”

the bloodstained photo.

“I’ll wait…”

wait too

insisted we keep a close eye on him, not to let him leave the hospital.

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we’ll take

leave, sir.

Beep…

attention of the doctor and bodyguards with its fire

with the hood pulled up, gritting

of pale pink roses, oozed from his prematurely stressed leg

how much

make his Phoebe wait

“Phoebe…”

know what strength he drew upon to leave the hospital nor how much effort it

the place was already

Heard she was in a coma for ages, woke

Colin’s eyes reddened as he turned and ran.

risk of infection, but he couldn’t let his

“Phoebe…”

the school gates, he saw

eyes met his with utter