Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 255

Eric took a deep breath. “It’s okay. You passed out, and I was bringing you home when we got targeted. That was my oversight.”

I felt like Eric had more to say, but he held back.

What did I do? When I woke up, there were traces of blood under my nails.

“We should head to the hospital for a full check–up; you’re pregnant,” Robin and Stella were

concerned about me.

“I want to see Colin…” I whispered.

“The hospital first,” Stella shook her head. “Search and rescue are on Colin’s case. You showing up will just cause chaos, especially with the baby.”

Tears welled in my eyes as I reluctantly got into the car.

“He’ll be alright because you’re waiting for him.” Just before I got in, Eric said something out of the blue, assuring me Colin would be fine.

Tears pooled in my eyes, and my chest ached fiercely.

Please, don’t die…

Colin, please don’t die.

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“Don’t be scared.” Seeing me trembling from the start, Stella wrapped her arms around me. I stared blankly outside.

Scared?

It didn’t feel like fear… Apart from worrying about Colin, I couldn’t seem to feel anything

else.

The moment we arrived at the hospital, I saw Dexter.

He got out of his car, looking at me somewhat frantically. “I heard about Caleb… Are you okay?”

He seemed genuinely concerned about me.

I frowned and instinctively stepped away from him. “It’s none of your business.”

“Phoebe…” His voice was fraught as he called my name.

I ignored him.

But he lingered like a bad smell, following me around.

With Eric off looking for Colin and Robin assisting the police with the scene, only Stella was left by my side,

Can you show some shame? She’s Foebe, for God’s sake. Could you back off?” Stella chastised Dexter, hands on her hips.

“How can you be so shameless? Phoebe was so good to you, gave you all her kindness, and how did you repay her?”

Dexter seemed deaf to Stella’s scolding, probably used to it by now. He shadowed me, accompanying me to every medical checkup.

I was annoyed and told him to get lost, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Dexter, you’re annoying,” I said, getting angry.

“Phoebe…” He seemed more convinced than ever that I was Phoebe. “You went to the Langley family’s place; Julian had injured his hand, and Henry got into his car surrounded by bodyguards. I heard from the Langleys… when Caleb had his accident, you went back there, stabbed Julian’s hand with a fruit knife, nearly killed Henry…”

I stiffened, shocked at Dexter’s words. “What are you talking about?”

Dexter’s eyes flickered as he clung to my wrist, seemingly excited. “You don’t remember what you did, do you? The Langley’s servants said, if you hadn’t suddenly fainted, defenseless Henry would have been a goner.”

I frowned. I didn’t believe Dexter, but he had no reason to lie.

Was this what Eric wanted to say?

In that short span of time after learning about Colin’s accident, the memory loss… was I responsible for this?

How did I manage that?

“Phoebe, don’t listen to his nonsense. You can barely hold a knife steady to peel an apple; he’s lying through his teeth,” Stella snapped back to reality.

But then, Stella fell silent. Because Robin sent her a footage from Colin’s villa’s security

cameras.

In the video, the dog lunged and bit the man trying to kill me.

I took the opportunity to grab his dagger and plunged it towards his chest with force and precision…

Without a moment’s hesitation, my movements were swift and decisive.

For a moment, I began to doubt myself.

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It looked like I was a seasoned criminal.

Thankfully, this time, it was self–defense.

Dexter’s brow furrowed, not bothering to argue with Stella. “Come with me. I’ll take you to

Damian.”

I shook off Dexter’s hand, looking at him warily.

Damian…

That name sounded familiar.

In my childhood memories, my parents mentioned Damian, a mental institution…

“I know you don’t trust me anymore… Foebe, don’t you want to know why you’re like this? Losing control, not aware of your actions, waking up with no memory of what you did, forgetting many memories? Don’t you want to remember those memories?” Dexter spoke softly.