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.

and evidence to the police?" my mother

too obvious. I sent

we trust Mr. Larson?"

his life. His wife couldn't conceive, remember? You did their IVF treatment, so

memory, my father seemed to place great trust in Mr.

who was Mr.

my hair as my

the car accident, my parents were unusually

entrusted 'Mr. Larson' with handing over some evidence to

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

up in that deliberate, severe car accident on the overpass

pulled me back to reality. I instinctively shut off my

My breathing quickened.

telling the truth? Did

that's what my mother's journal

my memories, I couldn't trust the journal alone.

came out, I couldn't

and we tumbled under the covers, where he began his peacocking, no,

powerful legs entwined me, leaving no

me from

else was insistently pressing against my lower back. That

just rub a little. I

"Get lost."