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.

and Wendy's silhouette by the bed was indeed a

not harming Mr. Fitzgerald, are they?" Wendy finally spoke, her voice barely above

you hadn't found him that time he attempted..." Melody sighed. "We're just looking out

just worry about Mr. Fitzgerald. Ms. Burton,

leave, pausing at the

was my imagination, but I felt her gaze linger in my

my fists and held my

family seemed increasingly

Dexter, once the most enigmatic, now seemed the

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 I have to resort to extremes... I even

my breathing from beneath the

wonder Dexter kept her close, not just out of

his, suggesting a complicated history between

mine. I don't care if that Phoebe Larson is a real

gone. Because she

and Damian were plotting something big,

long before I take Phoebe's place by your side," Melody smiled, then stood and left

Melody was gone, I let out a sigh of