Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 367



Rushing home, I scrambled out of the car and bolted for the basement.

Coly, trapped in its cage, was going berserk, clearly sensing its owner's distress and unease.

Panic surged within me, my foot wound reopened, spilling blood, and I tumbled down the stairs. Agony engulfed me, and I couldn't hold back the tears.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I hobbled towards the basement.

Fear began to grip me.

Noise from the basement, like Colin throwing things around, wouldn't scare me. But silence did.

Bran had mentioned, Colin could hurt himself.

I didn't understand why I was so worried, it felt like a voice inside me insisted, "Save him, save him."

Fumbling with the doorknob, my fingers trembling, I twisted off the wire lock and pushed the door open.

The moment the door swung open, the smell of blood hit me.

doorway, I saw

to have lost his mind, destroying everything in the

fingers still dripping blood,

He was hurting himself.

I called out

and upon seeing me, his gaze flickered, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Phoebe... I'm

he always

promised me you wouldn't hurt yourself." My voice trembled with

murmured, guilt evident in

his wrist, the battered wound on the back

He looked at me anxiously, stripping off my jacket and draping his

on my swollen ankle, a mark

way here, a policewoman had given

frantically scanned me, noticing the blood on my

knelt down, his expression turning fierce. "I'll

me, cupping his face, forcing him to look at me. "Phoebe Caldwell... you were hurt by those

In my faded memories.

they had drugged Phoebe Caldwell

into me as he carefully touched my bruised

filled

Caldwell's body... is drug-resistant." Colin whispered. "Back then, it was Melody who