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.

Outside the school.

Phoebe cautiously surveyed her surroundings. She feared those punks would bother her and bully her again.

school gates, she smelled

looked up into

gloves as he handed her the

10:24

then turned and

her mouth but ultimately said

left, heading

another man’s

completely, to fall in love with someone

the pain as he slowly removed his gloves

burnt; how could he wear gloves…

like peeling away a layer of his

to

Phoebe, walk home

had friends

quiet around the school lately; those punks are nowhere to be seen.

the mouth of the alley, glancing back. She didn’t know what

got a

smiled faintly, looking toward the corner.

lurking in the

her again… and you’re dead.” Colin’s voice was

his foot.

gathering a crowd

where Phoebe appeared,

a fight down there, Phoebe; let’s get out