Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 270

He couldn’t settle until he saw his little girl safe inside her school building.

“Guess this necklace is worth something, huh?” But a few local thugs had snatched her backpack full of lunch money and the necklace she wore around her neck.

Phoebe cried, begging them to return the necklace. “It was my mom’s,” she sobbed.

Colin charged like a madman, but the thugs sped off on their motorcycles.

He watched his little girl cry and pick up her scattered books one by one from the ground.

“Don’t cry, Phoebe… please don’t cry.” He longed to go to her, to hold her.

But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

In the end, he couldn’t stand it. He hobbled over, reaching out to help her gather her books, but the gruesome, bloody wound on his hand frightened her.

He stood there numbly as his beloved girl ran away in terror.

Powerless and panicked, he hid his hand behind his back, opened his mouth to speak, then turned and fled.

That day, he found those punks.

Burning with fever, his body riddled with unhealed wounds, he fought to retrieve her necklace and her money.

He was no match for so many, and he felt pain too, but if he hadn’t been so reckless, gritting his teeth and landing punch after punch as though he wanted to kill the ringleader, they would never have returned the items.

Finally, he couldn’t hold on any longer and vomited blood, collapsing unconscious on the bloody concrete.

So cold.

at the murky sky. “Phoebe… I’m

Outside the school.

She feared those punks would bother her and bully

as soon as she stepped out of the school

into Colin’s deep eyes.

her, Colin wore gloves as he handed her the

10:24

then turned and walked

but ultimately said nothing.

left, heading

man’s

to fall

pain as he slowly removed his gloves with

hand was severely burnt; how could he wear

off, it was like peeling away a layer

he didn’t want to frighten his Phoebe.

home with

friends to walk home

lately; those punks are nowhere

back. She didn’t know what she was looking

got a way of

faintly, looking toward the corner.

that corner, Colin was hidden, lurking in the

dead.” Colin’s voice was hoarse as he pinned a punk

his foot.

gathering a crowd

last, in the place where Phoebe appeared, they

let’s