Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Dexter! Don’t you lay a finger on her!” Stella tried to wrestle me away from Dexter’s grasp, careful not to hurt me in the process.

On the way to the hospital, Stella was on a tirade against Dexter.

“You’re nothing but scum, a waste of oxygen walking this earth.”

“Dexter, why don’t you just drop dead? Didn’t you say you’d follow Phoebe to the grave? Well, go on then!”

“Dexter, even in death, you’d be a waste of space. Get Phoebe’s headstone changed! You don’t deserve to have her as your wife…”

“You’re shameless.”

Stella’s mouth didn’t stop moving the entire journey.

I have to admit, she was saying everything I couldn’t, and it was satisfying to hear.

I was fighting to wake up, desperate to see Colin.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re out on bail. I’d advise against any rash actions,” Robin warned Dexter.

Dexter was silent for a long time before finally speaking. “She’s Phoebe, isn’t she…”

Stella paused, her expression darkening. “Dexter, are you out of your mind? They said you’d lost it after Phoebe died, and I didn’t believe them, but now I think you really have gone mad.”

“You know… she is Phoebe,” Dexter pressed, his eyes reddening.

Stella looked a bit guilty. “I think you’ve truly lost it.”

“Whether she is Phoebe or not, she has to be mine,” Dexter’s voice was low and raspy, laced with fierceness. “I won’t let her anywhere near that lunatic Caleb.”

“I think Caleb’s the sane one here. You, on the other hand, are acting like a madman,” Stella retorted, whispering to Robin. “He got locked up for a few days and came out crazier. Did you guys brainwash him or something?”

“Who knows? He went on a hunger strike in there to get bailed out,” Robin murmured back.

The doctors gave me a thorough check–up and said there was nothing wrong.

But for some reason, I just couldn’t wake up. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

My mind was clear, struggling to open my eyes, but for a moment, my body felt out of control.

An inexplicable panic set in as I desperately tried to open my eyes, to no avail.

It felt like sleep paralysis.

10:03

“No issues? Then why won’t she wake up?” Dexter asked the doctor anxiously.

“Maybe she’s just exhausted. Let’s keep observing.”

“Colin…” In my panic, I called out Colin’s name.

Why can’t I wake up?

“Colin…”

Memories started to resurface; I remembered meeting Colin as a child.

We met in that orphanage.

Colin defended me and hurt a boy who was bullying me, and afterward, he got locked up by the

headmaster.

What happened after that?

I couldn’t recall.

My memories were fragmented, and the only complete recollection I had was of meeting Colin for the first time.

From the picture at Zoe’s house, it was evident that Colin and I had known each other since we were about eight or nine, and we remained close into our adolescence.

But why, after the accident, did I specifically forget the orphanage, Colin, Carter, and everything related to that time?

“Colin…”

His name was all I could say.

A voice told me Colin was waiting for me; he’d always been waiting.

“Colin!” Maybe it was my strong desire to wake up, but suddenly, I felt like I broke free from some kind of restraint, and my eyes flew open.

“Phoebe Caldwell…” Dexter was the first to rush over, calling me by Phoebe’s name in a panic.

I ignored Dexter and made a beeline for the door.

Colin was waiting for me.

“Phoebe.” Stella came back with the test results just as I was running out.

“Phoebe?” Stella tried to follow me.

I dashed out of the hospital, hailed a cab, and headed back to the Langley family mansion to see Colin.

I couldn’t explain it, but I had an overwhelming urge to see him.

Now, I knew I had lost some memories, and they were slowly coming back.

10:03

“She is Phoebe, isn’t she?” Stella stood not far off, watching me get into the cab.

Robin followed, letting out a sigh of relief. “Let her go. The doctor said she’s fine, and so is the

baby.”