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?"

back at Colin. "Don't listen to him,

had this nagging feeling

hand slowly unclasping from

raced, panic-stricken, I shook my head furiously at

frenzy, I lunged

face Colin. He pulled me into his

like he was about to collapse, yet protecting me

my eyes as I

taken aback himself. He whispered to his colleague, "What

increased the meds..." the doctor replied

Damian checked the time.

the system, the chemicals induce polarization in

as I watched

channel blockage, slowing down communication between the brain and central nervous system... In a

fists, my eyes red as I turned back to Colin. He was unsteady on his feet, leaning on

sugar rises, his breathing will

calmly narrated the expected effects on

medicated at the sanatorium and escaping... finding you... that's