Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 311

"Dr. Damian..." The doctor beside him was clearly uncomfortable; what was happening seemed fundamentally inhumane.

Any doctor with a shred of conscience wouldn't want to torment a patient with mental illness.

Colin was a patient, but he was also a human being.

The other doctors averted their eyes, simmering with anger but silent in their protest.

At Sea City Mental Health Sanatorium, next to the director, was Damian. And since Damian was married to the director's daughter, he was essentially the most powerful and influential person there.

No one dared to challenge him.

No one dared to question him.

Damian glanced coldly at the hesitant doctor. "This kind of experimental data is a rare opportunity."

I gripped Colin's hand tightly, glaring at Damian with fury. "You're the real monster here."

Damian simply looked at me, his expression unreadable.

Nearby, Dexter seemed to realize something was off with Colin. "Dr. Damian, you just need to get him back quickly. There's no need for—"

"Dexter," Melody, with tears in her eyes, interrupted before he could finish. "Dexter, when Caleb loses it, it's terrifying. Let's not interfere; the doctors must have their reasons."

Dexter frowned, glancing at me subconsciously. It was as if he was searching for a plea in my eyes. As if my asking would prompt him to keep advocating for me.

But I didn't ask.

"Can

breathing became labored, his

seemed like a walking corpse, numb...

restraints could imprison his

into a smirk as

here,"

tinged with excitement, as if

as if fighting an intense internal battle.

wanting to let the drugs take hold, knowing it was

her away, and come back with me," Damian ordered

me away and walked

the mental health center exhaled in relief. It seemed there was nothing unusual

he looked at me with a challenging gaze. "Dexter,

warning Dexter to

stepped forward, trying to take my hand. "Phoebe... He should go

most effective treatment for the mentally ill in mid-20th-century Europe was?" Damian turned

my fists

to

him, overcome with

me in his arms, restraining me.

was taunting me. He had no right to subject Colin to such a procedure, but

what Colin had said before: We tried to run, but we

feared, might not be human at all, but these chemicals that could