Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 310

"Alright," I nodded, my voice firm but lighthearted, like I was agreeing to some everyday plan instead of a pact of trust.

I believe in you.

"Let's head back home," I murmured, trying to make my tone sound casual and hopeful.

Colin's fingers were trembling - a telltale sign he was nearing his limit. As we stepped outside, right on cue, Dexter and the people from the mental health sanatorium arrived.

Talk about perfect timing.

"He escaped. I figured he'd come to you," Dexter said, his brow furrowed in concern, his voice deep and his gaze on Colin icy.

"Carl's dropped the charges, and the paperwork's almost through. I'm taking him back home. We don't need any hospital treatment!" My grip on Colin's hand tightened, silently vowing to myself.

I'm not letting anyone take him away again.

"Sorry, we have our protocols at the clinic," Damian interjected, strolling in with an air of nonchalance, as though he'd let a pet slip away on purpose, only to reel it back in at his leisure.

He gave Colin a meaningful look and smiled. "Colin, it's time to return. Have you forgotten our conversation?"

I glanced back at Colin. "Don't

this nagging feeling

grip faltered, his hand slowly

I shook my head furiously at

frenzy, I lunged at Damian, only to be yanked back by the

He pulled

like he was about to collapse, yet protecting me was his primal

eyes as I faced Damian again.

aback himself. He

increased the meds..."

Damian checked the time.

the system, the chemicals induce

I watched him

In a

Colin. He was unsteady on his feet, leaning on me for support, yet fiercely

will slow, deepen,

calmly narrated the expected

at the sanatorium