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.

you give all the documents and evidence to the

be too obvious. I sent

Larson?" my

His wife couldn't conceive, remember? You

my father seemed to place

was Mr.

hair as my

hazy, but I could discern that on the day of the car accident, my parents were unusually tense. They seemed to

with handing over some evidence to

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

my parents ended up in that deliberate, severe car accident on the

whiny voice pulled me back to reality. I instinctively shut off my phone and turned

My breathing quickened.

telling the truth? Did Colin really imprison

least, that's what my mother's journal

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

out, I couldn't

we tumbled under the covers, where he began his

me, leaving no chance

me from behind, slowly tightening his

burning, and something else was insistently

rub a little. I won't

"Get lost."