Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 494

"Do you really think I wouldn't dare?" Naomi sneered, spinning around to pull out a vial of potent drugs from the medicine cab. Just a push of its contents into the bloodstream, and death was certain.

The assistant tried to intervene but was swiftly kicked aside by Naomi.

Her face twisted in malice, she approached me with a syringe in hand. "Doesn't matter if you're Foebe Larson or Phoebe Caldwell, you're both as good as dead! Phoebe deserves death... If it weren't for her, Ethan would still be alive..."

Suddenly, her expression cracked into a smile. "Better off dead... much better off."

He never loved her in life; in death, perhaps he'd find peace.

The realization hit me; Naomi's heart belonged to Ethan.

A love unreturned had driven her to madness.

"Ethan... he never loved you..." I taunted her with a cold chuckle.

"He didn't love the bride the Langley family forced on him; he loved me!" Naomi, losing all semblance of sanity, grabbed my throat, attempting to jab the syringe into my vein.

She was deluded, utterly convinced of Ethan's love for her.

Perhaps Ethan did love someone deeply, but it was certainly not the selfish creature before me.

"To think I share your genes... how repulsive..." Whether as Phoebe Caldwell or Foebe Larson, carrying her gic legacy was utterly revolting. "Repulsed, are you? Well... even if Ethan didn't love me, his son is still drawn to my gic allure!" Naomi's laugh bordered on hysteria, a twisted form of vindication.

"His son, still a puppet to my gic dance... How smart can Caleb be? Phoebe is his Achilles' heel! And now, I hold his fate in my hands." Naomi believed that controlling Phoebe No. 2 meant controlling Caleb.

of the toxic gas, my

pierced my neck vein,

of warmth surged

knew... my chances of survival were

was a drug meant

strength, flipping her beneath me and snatching the syringe, plunging it deep

gone, would Colin

trickled from the corners

eyes were bloodshot, as

my heart beginning

in

remainder of

into

to push

then did

me away.

my body, curling up on

My consciousness faded.

again, I

skills surprised me; if I truly were Foebe Larson and not Phoebe Caldwell, then he was incredibly adept. The memories he implanted made Phoebe's death feel all too real to

once more, I felt not fear, but a sense of

reacted within Naomi too her body convulsing, her gaze filled

me.

at

succeed," Naomi's