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.

the doorway, I saw Colin lying on the

destroying everything in the

couch, his fingers still dripping blood, as if exhausted from his

He was hurting himself.

I called out

struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing me, his

nothing wrong, he

yourself."

didn't hurt myself..." Colin murmured,

grabbed his wrist, the battered wound on the

at me anxiously, stripping off my jacket and draping his own over

fell on

on my way here, a policewoman

frantically scanned me, noticing the blood

down, his expression turning fierce.

pulled Colin towards me, cupping his face, forcing him to look at me. "Phoebe Caldwell... you were hurt by those people at the

In my faded memories.

they had drugged

into me as he carefully touched

eyes were filled

it was Melody who tricked you. You knew she