Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 315

"Colin..." My voice was hoarse as I called out his name.

He was landing punch after punch on Julian's face, completely unhinged.

The thugs were petrified by Colin's ferocity; those who tried to intervene were swiftly knocked to the ground by his baton.

In that moment, he was a beast stripped of humanity, driven only by a primal urge to kill them all.

"Colin..." I called his name again, desperate to snap him back to sanity.

The last thing I wanted was for him to be dragged back to some psychiatric ward.

Perhaps he heard my plea, because Colin's body stiffened and he dropped the baton, stumbling towards me drenched in blood.

He collapsed, pulling me into a fierce embrace, shielding my eyes with his hands, shaking and bewildered like a child who knew he'd done wrong. "Phoebe... don't... don't look, please don't look..."

Tears streamed down my face as my dress soaked up the blood.

"My stomach... it hurts so much."

Was I destined to never have a child?

At first, I only wanted this baby to secure an heir for the Langley family, to wield the Langley power and Brendan's social standing to do what I wanted. To escape that room, to unearth the truth...

But gradually, as a mother-to-be attending prenatal checkups, I began to accept and even anticipate the arrival of this little one.

Instinctively shielding my belly in times of danger, tapping into every maternal instinct to protect him.

I could no longer

"Phoebe..."

consciousness was slipping away; I

voice was laced with sobs

cruel to him and why he had to

to witness his own flesh and blood

would it take for him to just live

did it all

set me down,

Julian's face as he

but he was also skilled, each

down for the count; no one

you can't kill

shattered the

to reach out, to stop Colin,

"Phoebe! Caleb!"

door burst open, and

as a glance back, Colin delivered a brutal blow to Julian's

I cried out, lifting my hand, but

...

know how long

dreams, I saw a baby being

swiftly, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't catch up; I could

I hate myself. I should be

is my

killed them all.