Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 471

The woman with glasses had an air of maturity and stability about her, making her seem older than me, yet her skin was too smooth and delicate to accurately guess her age.

I watched her guardedly, feeling an odd sense of danger emanating from her presence.

"Foebe's act of injuring Olivia's husband was in self-defense," Finn finally finished, his intelligence peaking through once again. "Olivia's husband attacked her with a knife in an attempt to harm her, and Foebe managed to disarm him and fight back, causing only minor injuries."

He disdainfully pushed past Bran, stepping closer to where Anthony and Henry stood. "So, you're Foebe's dad, and you're here claiming your daughter has always been emotionally unstable?"

Anthony pointed at Foebe and bellowed, "Yes, that crazy girl has been trouble since she was a baby. I demand a psychiatric evaluation!"

Finn snorted in derision.

It was clear now; Anthony had been coached by someone smarter before coming here, but alas... Anthony's lack of intellect was his downfall. "Foebe was switched at birth by your family's former nanny, who then raised her as her own. You've never been a part of her life, so how can you claim she's always been emotionally unstable? Seems to me like you're the one in need of an evaluation."

"No sane, rights-bearing individual should be forcibly confined or sent to a psychiatric facility against their will!" Finn declared sternly.

street kids to retaliate against her bullies. Don't you think a family has the right to

raised an eyebrow, clearly

the video

homeless kids, who in turn were fiercely loyal to

protecting Foebe from harm," Finn stated firmly, his

woman smiled

signaling someone by his

was deliberately stalling, and it was

men turned and headed straight for

threat was palpable. Instinctively, I braced to fight back, only to be tightly

me, kicking the approaching man

a court order, no one has the authority to commit a citizen to a psychiatric facility Finn said coolly,

woman nodded with a smile. "You

wrist tightly, wary of

curious about who I am?" The woman seemed

her cautiously, not the