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.

just held Colin's hand tighter. "Can you hold on? Shall we

breathing became labored, his gaze losing

a walking corpse,

imprison his spirit,

as he

here," he

was tinged with excitement, as if conducting some macabre

fighting an intense internal battle. He let go of my protective

with tears. I clung to him helplessly, not wanting to let the drugs take hold, knowing it was futile, that it wasn't

and come back with me,"

away and

relief. It seemed there was nothing unusual

smirk widened as he looked at me with a challenging gaze. "Dexter, take care of

Dexter to keep me

take my hand. "Phoebe...

you know what the most effective treatment for the mentally ill in mid-20th-century Europe was?" Damian turned back, deliberately provoking

clenched my

pointed to his

with

in his arms,

subject Colin to such a procedure, but still,

it hit me, what Colin had said before: We tried to run,

at all, but these chemicals that could control the body, the