Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 371



"What do you think?" Bran asked Colin.

Colin stood still, watching as Melody walked away into the distance.

I was hiding behind the door, feeling a bit jittery.

For some reason, I feared Colin wouldn't recognize me.

This sensation of being doubted, not being acknowledged, it truly unsettles me.

Scares me, even.

So, could Colin be feeling the same? When I doubted him, didn't trust him, or even misunderstood him...

Holding my hands tightly and looking down nervously, I pondered how to explain myself so Colin would believe me.

But I really forgot too much. I can't remember him, nor can I recall anything about the orphanage, just like Bran said, I'm not sharp, I'm quite dim... I always seem to cause trouble for everyone.

But I don't know what the old me was like, I even know less about my past than Melody does.

I'm terrified.

Bran frowned and asked when Colin didn't respond. "Clearly,

you chill out and eat a slice of humble pie," Colin

Bran snapped back, a

thought she was Phoebe Caldwell, didn't you? Then go after her, you know where to

go and grabbed him. "It's not that I doubt your judgment, but look at her inside,

precisely because she's

with

she was the Phoebe Caldwell of old, would she openly seek us out, making such a spectacle? Especially with you, an outsider, standing right here?" Colin didn't want to argue with Bran any longer and

if she guessed my..." Bran still wanted to

off impatiently. "The moment she insisted on

Melody's competitive nature is

Damian did a thorough job hypnotizing heranto believing

Fake is fake.

muttered under his

"You weren't exactly clever to begin

kill you to exchange a few words with me?" Bran, full of youthful arrogance, insisted on engaging Colin more. "Are you

"I need to

a

talking

out of the loop," Bran said smugly, leaning against the

inside while I was still