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.

it clear: if I was the sacrifice, the organization

wished for Colin to live a peaceful

of the woman upstairs

organization wanted to reclaim its failed experiments, and I was the most valuable among those failures... So,

Naomi was the quickest way to reach the

Phoebe," I said quietly, my voice

finally speaking. "Are

off Bran's arm. "She

me. "And what

a Foebe with some of Phoebe's memories," Colin's

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

lowered his head, speaking

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Even if you hadn't made a choice,

myself. I just

live well."

you

just hope you live well... That was once Colin's

heart echoed his

only wished for him to live well,

down, her gaze cold as she looked at me, her sneer

she whispered so only I could hear,