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?

because he was waiting for someone, he'd chosen not

there, hands by his

defend his actions from back

was flawed,

of you, right?" Annora's eyes were rimmed with tears as she spoke. "Zoe always said it was Phoebe's fault,

eyes turned

had

living in the orphanage, guarding it, all

breath quickened, desperate to

now," Colin's voice was deep, cutting Bran

his fists, looking at

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

moment, watching

figure... I saw

pain, as

alone in his world,

thought, maybe what he needed right

Or perhaps, a kiss.

no need to say, Colin, I understand

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

drifting. He looked

mine "Phoebe... I'm sorno

sorry..."