Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 280

“I’m done playing the part, Henry. I’m not signing those divorce papers. What are you gonna do about it?” I cocked an eyebrow, challenging him across the dimly lit living room. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking of using force, Mr. Henry. With the paparazzi lurking around every corner of this fancy neighborhood, I doubt you’d want to cause a scene. I mean, just a while ago, some blogger tried to sneak a snapshot. Remember, this place is wired with cameras. You better keep your cool and think twice.”

Henry’s face twisted into a scowl, and he let out a derisive snort. “You’re digging your own grave, thinking you can take me on.”

He seemed to think he was doing me a favor, giving me one last chance.

“From now on, I’m Caleb’s guardian, Henry. You want to do anything involving him; you need my okay,” I said firmly, laying down the law.

He just laughed a cold, mirthless sound. The guy’s been around the block like a sly old fox. I knew he had other cards to play.

“The funeral’s tomorrow. Make sure you bring Caleb,” Henry said before climbing into his car and driving off.

Tomorrow would be his version of the Last Supper for me, no doubt about it.

I watched their taillights disappear, then turned to glance at the second–floor bay window.

Colin was no longer there. In a heartbeat, he was right behind me.

“We need to be extra careful these days,” I whispered to him.

his arms around me, his voice muffled. “Mhm.”

become a hotspot for reporters and influencers, broadcasting your life live and taking videos. It’s a bit invasive, but at least Henry won’t dare touch you

rented a place in

coughed awkwardly. “Roommates…”

They were house–sharing.

“We’re going to Brendan’s funeral tomorrow. If Robin’s not busy,

cop might deter any

of a big hound, shot a glance at Coly, who was trying to stick

if he’d listen to anything

my wound is hurting, can’t sleep,” Colin whined as soon as Robin

in no mood to coddle him.

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surely wouldn’t let us off the

said with such trust that it made me feel guilty for putting on a

promised, nonetheless, leading him back to our room.

chin for

woeful wag of his tail, reluctantly settled into