Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 446

My breathing deepened, my gaze trembling as I looked at Colin.

Colin's eyes met mine, burning with intensity.

He knew the old Phoebe was devoid of emotions. She didn't know happiness, pain, despair, or what a broken heart felt like...

She didn't even have the instinct to protect herself.

But now, I understood... I was starting to feel.

When I found out Dexter had spoken to the police about me hurting Melody, I wondered, what was Melody's end goal? Could she use this as leverage against me, or indirectly harm Colin? So no matter what the police said about me, I could remain silent. But the moment Colin was mentioned... I instinctively started to protect myself.

"Phoebe... you've always been wonderful, in every way... don't force yourself," Colin said, wrapping his arms around me tightly, his voice hoarse and shaking.

He knew how hard I had tried... tried to be normal.

But humans have emotions, selfishness is a nature, and lying is a possibility.

Everyone has flaws and weaknesses, nobody's invincible.

elements that make up 'humanity', a group of high intelligence that stands above all other life forms on Earth. So, when I found myself lying instinctively, I

looked at my hands, then

amnesia felt like an outsider

losing my memory, it was like I stumbled into a role-playing game as a novice, blundering through life without remembering that I wasn't a 'normal person', experiencing pain

'grateful' to Dexter. Without this episodic teaching, I wouldn't be who

ancient tree that had been dead for ages, suddenly sprouting new buds, slowly clearing its channels, growing

it was

world had too many challenges for me

knock, knock." The sound came from the door of the hospital room, and standing there was

at

Colin but not quite, with a distinguished air about him, similar to Dexter, clearly a high-ranking corporate executive with

successor Henry had been nurturing outside, preferring him over his own son, Julian

the man gave Colin a sincere smile,

picked up the danger emanating from

a strong premonition that this man was

Matthew Langley," he said, walking over with a basket of fruits, extending his hand

looking up at

had looked into this Matthew. Being