Chapter 194
Chapter 194
I wasn’t sure why the tears were streaming down my face.
“Phoebe, don’t cry.” Colin said, his voice tinged with panic as he fumbled to wipe away my tears and pulled me into his embrace. “Phoebe, it’s all in the past, all over. Could you try to love me again?”
“Colin, I’ll try to get to know you again.” I whispered back.
“Okay.”
He lit up with happiness.
It seemed like things were finally turning around.
Everything was going to be alright.
“I went to see Carter’s sister today, you know. She might not be all there in the head, but it feels like… she’s involved in some shady business,” I murmured.
I wondered if Colin knew if he should help, considering it was Carter’s sister we were talking
about.
Colin paused, a flicker of alarm crossing his eyes. “You went to see her?”
I nodded.
“Don’t go near her again, and don’t believe a word she says,” Colin said urgently, his eyes locked on mine, his hands still cradling my face. “Phoebe, from now on, don’t trust anyone but
me.”
Seeing his distress, I nodded quickly. “Okay, I trust you.”
He finally seemed to breathe easier.
My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the caller ID in surprise – it was Melody.
That was odd.
“Foebe Larson, I’m getting discharged.”
“Are you nuts? Call Dexter about your discharge, not me,” I snapped back, my mood souring.
“I know you’re with Dexter.” She was good at guessing.
“He’s in the shower. Want me to call out to him?” I taunted Melody with the same old trick. Melody actually managed to sound flustered as she took a deep breath. “I’m going to help the cops tonight to lure out the murderer. Don’t you want to see for yourself who it is?” “Don’t worry, I won’t miss it,” I retorted coldly. “Just make sure you don’t drop dead too easily.” “Foebe, you’re a good impersonator, but there are secrets about Phoebe you’re not privy to.
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Chapter 194
Come see me tonight, wait with me for the murderer, and I’ll reveal a secret about Phoebe Caldwell. Anyone who knew it… is nearly extinct at the murderer’s hands.”
Melody’s words were tantalizing as if she held some earth–shattering secret.
What secret could I possibly not know about myself?
“If you’re Phoebe, there are things you don’t remember. Phoebe had amnesia, forgot a lot,” Melody said, pressing on.
I furrowed my brows, remembering the first time I encountered Melody. She’d been nervous, asking in a whisper if I remembered her.
She had been testing me. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
But back then, I truly didn’t remember her.
Since Melody was also from the orphanage, there had to be some history between us.
“You care about Phoebe a lot, don’t you? Don’t you want to know why Dexter treated her the way he did? Don’t you want to know… what I did to make Dexter hate her so much? If it was just me framing Phoebe for pushing me down the stairs, Dexter wouldn’t hate her that much.” Melody certainly knew secrets that Phoebe didn’t.
I was silent for a long time, standing by the window, looking at Colin, sitting obediently on the bed, waiting for me.
He was so good; he seemed to listen to everything I said.
“Plus, I know about Phoebe’s relationship with that maniac Colin, and it’s connected to this series of murders! You want the truth; come see me!” Melody’s voice trembled with a strong
will to live.
I knew she was afraid of dying. She firmly believed Colin was the murderer, so by dragging me into this, she felt her chances of survival would increase. After all, Colin wouldn’t want to hurt me or the baby, which might stay his hand.
Melody wanted me as a ‘hostage‘ at the crucial moment. Not a single word from this woman was trustworthy.
“I’ve always known about the orphanage’s underground secret room… I also know all the dark secrets of the orphanage that no one talks about. Don’t you want to know?” she persuaded successfully.
These were the secrets she wouldn’t divulge to the police, no matter how they pressed her.
Maybe today, out of fear, she would spill everything to me.