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.

hand tighter. "Can

breathing became labored,

like a walking corpse,

could imprison his spirit, paralyze his

curled into a smirk as he saw the

here," he

was tinged with excitement, as

as if fighting an intense internal

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

come back with me,"

away

there was nothing unusual

smirk widened as he looked at me with a challenging gaze.

Dexter to keep

"Phoebe... He should go back and continue

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

clenched my

to his own

charged at him, overcome with a

arms, restraining me. "Phoebe! Calm

subject Colin to such a procedure, but still,

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

the enemy he feared, might not be human at all,