Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 301

I scrambled under the bed, watching the figure slip into the room.

It was the nanny.

The fact that Damian and Melody could roam the Fitzgerald mansion so brazenly was a testament to something off about the nanny.

Since arriving at the Fitzgerald estate, we'd simply called her Wendy. She'd been my and Dexter's personal caregiver, always close at hand.

Wendy was 48, always dressed in plain, no-frills clothes that made her seem older than she was. Yet, beneath the simplicity, you could tell she had been a stunner in her youth, with delicate features that time hadn't fully erased.

She had a gentle demeanor and a sharp mind, rarely speaking out of turn. Hailey trusted her implicitly, which is why she felt comfortable leaving both me and Dexter in Wendy's care.

From my hiding spot under the bed, I watched silently.

Wendy moved slowly to the bedside, gazing at Dexter as he lay asleep, not uttering a word.

I frowned, alert and wary. A nanny sneaking into the master's room in the dead of night, staring at him like that—it was downright eerie.

"Wendy, who are you trying to spook, up and about at this hour?" Melody's voice came from the doorway, catching Wendy off guard.

dim, and Wendy's silhouette by

not harming Mr. Fitzgerald, are they?" Wendy

and he's been prone to depression. If you hadn't found him that time he

"That's good. I just worry about Mr. Fitzgerald. Ms. Burton,

turned to leave, pausing at the

I felt her gaze linger in my

and held my breath,

family seemed

most enigmatic, now seemed

she was always clinging to you. I helped you, now it's your turn to help me," Melody sat on the edge of the bed, gently touching Dexter's face. "Dexter, I truly love you. Do you know how jealous I was of Phoebe? Why did she gain your mother's approval and not me? Am I inferior to her? If it weren't for your mother's disapproval, we might already be engaged, or even married. Did

brows, steadying my breathing from beneath

wonder Dexter kept her close, not just out of

his, suggesting a

be mine. I don't care if that Phoebe Larson is a real ghost or a fake, I can't leave her be," Melody said through

wanted me gone. Because she

something big, and I was in

place by your side," Melody smiled, then stood and left the room.

sure Melody was gone, I let out a