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.

by the bed was indeed a

meds... they're not harming Mr. Fitzgerald, are they?" Wendy finally

prone to depression. If you hadn't found him that time he attempted..." Melody sighed.

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

leave, pausing at

I felt her gaze linger in

held my breath,

Fitzgerald family seemed increasingly

enigmatic, now seemed the

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

my breathing from beneath the bed, afraid Melody

Dexter kept her close, not just out of gratitude, but out

his,

only be mine. I don't care if that Phoebe Larson is a real ghost or a fake,

me gone.

something big, and I was in

take Phoebe's place by

gone, I let