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 you hold on?

labored, his gaze

a

imprison his spirit,

smirk as he saw the drugs

come here," he commanded

tinged with excitement, as if conducting some macabre

if fighting an intense internal

eyes filled with tears. I clung to him helplessly, not wanting to let the drugs take hold,

away, and come back with me," Damian ordered

me away

others at the mental health center exhaled in relief. It seemed there was nothing unusual after all, just a patient with stronger

me with a challenging gaze. "Dexter, take care of your

was warning Dexter to keep me

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

most effective treatment for the mentally

my

to his own

him, overcome with

me in his arms, restraining me. "Phoebe!

a procedure, but still, I was terrified. The lengths these people

Colin had said

human at all, but these