Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 324

Finn was frustrated but dared not raise his voice, murmuring under his breath, “Man, you're one heck of an actor. When your wife was out cold, you were strutting around like some kind of avenging angel, doctors were scared stiff of you. Now you're bawling like you've been dealt the worst hand in life.”

Colin said nothing, just stood there crying with tears falling on his shirt without bothering to wipe them away – it made him look so pitiful that I felt like I was the one in the wrong.

With his large eyes and long lashes, those teardrops were like magnets for sympathy – I almost apologized on instinct.

But then I thought, why should I? It wasn’t my fault; he had been playing dumb all this time.

“Cut it out!” I threatened.

Colin looked up at me, his voice choked with emotion. “Phoebe… don’t be mad at me.”

Stunned silence fell over Stella, Finn, and Robin – their stares seemed to scold me silently, pleading for me to lay off the poor guy.

He was getting all the sympathy.

he'd be the queen of manipulators, making even Melody look like an amateur. His tears had everyone

and logging into my parents’ ID to hand the journal over

parents would dote on their kid, noting down every milestone from the day they’re born, but

head, Robin continued, “I mean, that’s understandable too,

the minute,

closer look. “Seriously… this doesn’t look like someone charting a

glass Stella handed me dropped with a “clunk.”

looked up at

my side, covering my ears. “Don’t listen, don’t look. Phoebe,

way more than he let on, and he wasn’t planning to share, not even

a way

there was something fishy about that journal – it reeks

I’d record – today’s reaction, same time tomorrow, the rat’s condition, and so on, for months, sometimes even monitoring slow-acting drugs for a year

I instinctively sought solace