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.

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

labored,

like a

could imprison his

smirk as

here,"

excitement, as if

slightly, as if fighting an intense internal battle. He let

that moment, my eyes filled with tears. I clung to him helplessly, not wanting to let the drugs take hold, knowing it was futile, that it

her away, and come back with me," Damian

away and walked

at the mental health center exhaled in relief. It seemed there was

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

to keep

hand. "Phoebe... He should go back and continue his

the mentally ill in mid-20th-century Europe

my fists

He pointed to his own

you!" I charged at him, overcome with a rage

me in his arms, restraining me.

Colin to such a procedure, but still, I was terrified. The lengths these people would

me, what Colin had said before: We tried

he feared, might not be human at all, but these