Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 476

The one who died, she wasn't the real Phoebe, not the Phoebe you grew up with. The so-called memory loss and confusion, that's something we've seen with clones after death - a mixing and sharing of memories. It's a phenomenon that our experiments haven't quite figured out yet, or how to control," Naomi glanced back at me as she explained.

"So, Caleb, you have to make a choice between the Phoebe Caldwell upstairs and the Foebe Larson standing right here. You understand the kind of danger the organization represents... I'm not asking for your input; you're not in a position to fight them."

Naomi was forcing Colin to choose - either take away the Phoebe upstairs or take me with him.

I met Colin's gaze, neither of us said a word.

After a moment, Colin pointed upstairs. "I'm taking Phoebe with me."

His finger pointed at the woman upstairs, but his eyes lingered on me.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I stood rooted to the spot, unable to make a sound.

Naomi shot me a look, her confidence shining through - she had expected this outcome. "As your biological mother, I have the right to have you undergo a psychological evaluation."

I stared back at Naomi, finally speaking with a scoff.

Finn and Robin exchanged puzzled glances. "What's going on? Foebe, what did you agree to?"

I stayed silent, offering no explanation.

was the

wished for Colin to live

choice of the woman upstairs wasn't

its failed experiments, and I was the most valuable among those failures... So,

was the quickest way to reach the organization's

Phoebe," I said quietly,

finally

off Bran's arm. "She is

pointed at me. "And what

memories," Colin's voice was hoarse, his eyes avoiding

bitter laugh escaping me. "So, all you ever wanted was

his head, speaking again. "I'm

to me I shrugged nonchalantly.

myself. I

live well."

you

hope you live well... That was once

my heart echoed his

only wished for him to live well,

she looked at me, her sneer sharp as if

me, she whispered so only I could