Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 428

Chapter 428

The orphanage was a place more haunting than I'd ever imagined, a wild garden where children, untamed and unchecked, grew rampant without the guiding hand of parents. Ten years of education had taught me the difference between right and wrong, and I knew I shouldn't let myself be dragged down to their level. But I was scared. They'd beat me if I didn't stand with them... If I didn't, I'd be ostracized, left alone on the fringes.

Silas's chest heaved with growing intensity.

I pressed down, urging him to lie back. "Stop talking..."

"I was lucky, I guess. Inconspicuous enough that their malice... targeted the two misfits, the real brains of the bunch..." Blood was pooling in Silas's mouth with each word he spoke.

I was worried. It might've pierced his lung.

"That day, when they planned to set the fire... I was terrified. I'd overheard their plans and hesitated, unsure if I should tell anyone... My conscience wouldn't let me be. In secret, I warned Colin, told him to grab Carter and run... to leave the orphanage before they could act..."

"But Colin said he had someone to wait for, he wouldn't leave."

Silas's gaze found Colin.

I turned, looking at Colin.

Everyone's eyes were on him...

So, there had been a warning before the fire?

Then why hadn't Colin run... and why had Carter suffered the consequences?

he was waiting for someone, he'd chosen not

hands by

bowed, he wouldn't defend

flawed,

Annora's eyes were rimmed with tears as she spoke.

turned to

fire that year, Carter's death had

punishment, living in the orphanage, guarding it, all

anything!" Bran's breath quickened, desperate to

need to leave... now," Colin's voice was deep, cutting Bran

clenched his fists, looking at

another word, he lowered his gaze and headed towards the elevator, checking if it would take

that moment,

I saw

pain, as

alone in his

thought, maybe what he needed right

Or perhaps, a kiss.

explain, no need

don't move, we have to carry him out. I'm worried the vib has pierced his lung," I whispered, touching Silas's chest again. "Stop talking, I know you just want to survive, just

drifting. He looked at me, his

mine "Phoebe... I'm sorno

sorry..."