Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 475

I didn't pay attention to Naomi and looked up at 'Phoebe Caldwell' standing on the balcony.

She appeared hollow, her eyes lifeless, like she wasn't really there.

Yet, her gaze was fixed on Colin.

Colin stood below, probably captivated by the face of the woman he loved...

"Colin..." After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke his name.

I could see Colin stiffen, his fingers clenching tightly.

Naomi seemed confident, after all, this was a perfect clone of Phoebe, an identical twin in essence.

It was inevitable that Colin would be drawn to her.

"Carter..." Phoebe's' gaze shifted to Bran, her voice hollow and numb as she called out Carter's name.

Bran frowned, standing still, his gaze locked on her.

Finn, on the other hand, was freaked out, his body tense as he edged closer to Bran. "Who's she calling? What's going on? She gives me the creeps, calling out to Carter like that. Why's it feel so chilly all of a sudden?"

Carter, and it was

even mentioning his name seemed like a way to

me," Bran

looked at Bran, took a good look as if reassured. "Scared me there. You know, you and that

Bran frowned, silent.

killed them," Finn muttered, still seemingly annoyed. "If ghosts were real, they'd have their own scores to settle, going after those

meaningfully, almost as

suddenly looked

Carter, who had led to his death, were all dead... A serial killing spree took out everyone who had wronged Carter... Indeed, they were all gone, leaving only Melody, who had wronged Phoebe, and Silas,

ruined building had

observed, looking at Colin again.. "But Phoebe's body being displayed in a glass case was meant to tell everyone she was gone. No matter who appeared, it

that Phoebe's display was to prove her death, perhaps knowing that the organization

certain memories, especially about

fragments of memories would occasionally surface,

to doubt myself, questioning if I really was

she is Phoebe, but

up at the woman above. "Gics, appearance,

could all

but she's just a

suddenly smiled. "Everyone is a prototype. How can you be so sure the