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.

I saw Colin

lost his mind, destroying everything in the room,

still dripping blood,

He was hurting himself.

called

upon seeing me, his

though he did nothing wrong, he always

hurt yourself." My voice

myself..." Colin murmured, guilt evident in his

his wrist, the battered wound on

stripping off my jacket and draping his own over

hurt you..." His gaze fell on my swollen ankle, a mark left by

way here, a policewoman had given

me, noticing the blood on my

down, his expression

face, forcing him to look at me. "Phoebe Caldwell... you were hurt by those people at the orphanage before, right?"

In my faded memories.

they had drugged Phoebe Caldwell too. Attempting

burned into me as he carefully touched my

filled with murderous

whispered. "Back then, it was Melody who tricked