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

became labored, his

a walking

could imprison his spirit, paralyze

curled into a smirk as he saw the

come here," he commanded

excitement, as

if fighting an intense internal battle.

wanting to let the drugs take hold, knowing it was futile, that it wasn't his

and come back with me," Damian ordered once

pushed me away

seemed there was nothing unusual after all, just

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

Dexter to keep me

stepped forward, trying to take my hand. "Phoebe... He should go back and continue

mentally ill in mid-20th-century Europe was?"

clenched my

pointed to

I'll kill you!" I charged at him, overcome with a

caught me in his arms, restraining me. "Phoebe!

Damian was taunting me. He had no right to subject Colin to such a procedure, but still, I was terrified. The lengths

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

might not be human at all,