Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 326

I blinked, a sense of dread washing over me. Somehow, I'd known it all along.

Deep down, I'd harbored suspicions about Damian too.

You can't catch a fox without entering its den, and Colin would never have let me approach Damian without a plan. So, he checked himself into the mental sanatorium voluntarily, hoping to dig up some dirt.

"Find anything?" I whispered.

"He's got a knack for messing with people's heads... a real talent," Colin murmured back. "He's a master of psychology, skilled in hypnosis and the strategic use of drugs."

I shivered, fearfully clutching Colin's wrist. "You shouldn't have tangled with him..."

"But I found his Achilles' heel." He leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. "His daughter..."

I glanced sideways at Colin. "His daughter?"

"While I was in the psych ward, I noticed Damian, obsessed with his research on the mentally ill, interrupted his consultations three times to take calls. Each time, his face lit up with a smile, and the caller ID showed 'Sweetie Pie.' The voice on the other end was that of a young girl, definitely under thirteen, calling him 'Daddy.'"

was born to his ex-wife, just a couple of years before you, born with serious genetic issues, a rare disease. There wasn't much news about her after a few years, and rumors started to circulate that she

at me. "Phoebe,

before I could speak. "Before my memory loss... did I know something? Did I tell

and he looked down. "Damian might be connected to the recent dismemberment cases. I

knife borrowed to

following the trail all this

familiarity with Damian, which didn't seem to be just a recent development. Damian's

Colin's voice faltered, and he

He was always evading.

to know, or

are things I need to get to the bottom of. Forgetting and ignorance might not be blessings for me; they

didn't truly trust

investigating, looking into Damian, into anyone connected to

onto Damian for a long time. Under the guise of wandering, he'd been

...

At Colin's villa.