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 go

breathing became labored, his gaze

seemed like a walking corpse, numb...

could imprison his spirit, paralyze

mouth curled into a smirk as he saw the

here," he

tinged with excitement, as if conducting some

stiffened, wincing slightly, as if fighting an intense internal

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 wasn't

her away, and come back with me," Damian

pushed me away and walked

seemed there was nothing unusual after all, just a patient with stronger resistance to medication

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

was warning Dexter to keep me

take my hand. "Phoebe... He should go back and

treatment for the mentally ill

clenched my

He pointed to

with a rage so raw I truly wanted to hurt

caught me in his arms,

right to subject Colin to such a procedure, but still, I

what Colin had said

the enemy he feared, might not be human at all, but these chemicals that could control the body, the nerves, and the