Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 344

Ethan's gaze wasn't that of a father looking at his son. It was more like he was staring at a lunatic, a monster.

But there was also a hint of pity...

Ethan seemed to feel sorry for Colin.

But it was far from pure paternal love; it seemed tinged with a complex mix of emotions.

Underneath the photograph, my mother had noted that Zero's emotional turmoil appeared to be more intense than Phoebe's, with possible tendencies towards violence and abuse, but it wasn't yet confirmed, requiring further observation.

Suddenly, my head throbbed painfully, and a voice echoed in my mind.

"Phoebe, you can't have children of your own."

"Phoebe... I'm sorry, darling, but there's something wrong with your and Colin's genetics."

"Shirley, what are you telling the child?"

In my memories, my mother's voice was laden with guilt, my father's voice was scolding, and then the sound of packing.

"Don't burden the child with negative emotions, act normal, don't give anything away. I'll put the bags in the car. After the ceremony at the orphanage today, we'll leave Sea City."

My mother was sobbing, holding me tight. "Phoebe... I'm so sorry, darling, it's all my fault."

"We don't have much time. He has eyes everywhere. We need to leave," my father urged.

the documents and evidence to

too obvious. I

we trust Mr. Larson?"

His wife couldn't conceive, remember?

father seemed to place great trust

was

my hair as my

that on the day of the car accident, my parents were unusually tense. They seemed to be planning to

with handing over some

trust. He didn't hand over the evidence to the police; he might even have sold

ended up in that deliberate, severe car accident on

Colin's whiny voice pulled me back to reality. I instinctively shut off my phone and turned around to find myself enveloped

My breathing quickened.

truth? Did Colin really

that's what my mother's journal

the journal alone. Because right now... I didn't trust

out,

around me and we tumbled

legs entwined me,

me from behind, slowly tightening his

and something else was insistently pressing against my lower

rub a

"Get lost."