Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 243

“Our young master has a severe mental disorder; he can’t handle any stress. But these folks just showed up uninvited, and it’s just…” Eric let out a heavy sigh and pointed to the surveillance cameras in the yard. “We’ve got cameras all over the place; you can check the footage. Our guys tried to stop the stray dog from biting someone right when it happened, but you know how it is- once a dog goes rabid and clamps down, it’s not letting go easily.”

The officer glanced at Colin’s state, then at Anthony and Diane. “You better get him to the hospital quick. We’ll get to the bottom of this, but if you were trespassing, that’s a whole different matter.”

Colin was hiding behind me, his eyes intense as he glared at Anthony and Diane.

“Don’t forget, we’ve cut ties. Next time you barge in and rile me up, I might just… kill someone, you know.” Colin’s voice was timid as he uttered the most sinister threat.

“Phoebe, are you scared?” Colin whispered to me after the police and Anthony had left.

I was worried about the dog and shook my head. “Is the lead dog the one you own? It’s not going to be in trouble, is it?”

“It’s smart. It should have run back home by now,” Colin said cheerily.

I asked him in a low voice, “What’s the dog’s name?”

Colin looked down, silent.

“No name?” I prodded.

“Coly.” he muttered softly.

“Huh? That dog’s name is almost like yours?” I couldn’t help but smile.

Colin just grunted and fell silent.

“Sir, Ma’am, Coraline’s been taken to the hospital; her life is not in danger, but her face… it’s pretty messed up. And the chatter on social media is still brewing,” Etic came over and updated us on the hospital situation.

“Colin, about the situation with the Larsons, was that your doing?” I asked quietly.

Colin didn’t deny it but changed the subject. “Phoebe, I don’t want to go to the office.”

He was pouting, saying he didn’t want to go to work. “Stay with me, Phoebe.”

I pushed away his pitifully handsome face with my hand. Such tricks wouldn’t sway me. “Go on your own, I’ve got things to take care of.”

“Don’t wanna…” Colin seemed afraid to let me out of his sight, probably worried something might happen to me.

“I’ll accompany you to the office first,” I relented to pacify him.

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Before leaving the Langley’s, Colin and I went to see the old man who was now paralyzed and mute. To be honest, living like that seemed more painful than death.

Unfortunately, he was stuck in a limbo where he wasn’t really alive but couldn’t die either- just a human shield now.

I didn’t buy for a second that Brendan had the heart to feed stray dogs. Those dogs were clearly Colin’s.

On the bed, Brendan watched Colin, his eyes nearly bulging out, unable to utter a single word, the frustration almost killing him.

Colin just looked at Brendan, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight grin. For a moment, he was truly terrifying.

“Grandpa, take care of yourself. You need to live a long, long… life,” Colin said in a low voice as he approached Brendan.

Brendan’s veins bulged with urgency, but sadly, he couldn’t say a thing now.

I turned and walked out of the room, tooking at Eric who was waiting outside. “How many years have you been with Brendan, Eric?”

“Ten years,” he answered truthfully. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“And in those ten years, you didn’t develop any affection?” After Brendan fell ill, they talked about clearing the household, and Eric purged everyone from the Langley estate down to the

nanny.

At that time, I even suspected Eric was some sort of hidden kingpin, but then I saw how respectfully he treated Collin.

Later, I wondered if Eric was using Colin, exploiting the heir of the Langley family, taking advantage of his naivety to control others.

“You’re still young and might not understand the depths to which human depravity can sink,” Eric seemed to dodge my question, shifting the topic, yet there was a message in his words.

“My dad died in a work accident when I was a teenager, crushed in a construction incident. That year, my little sister was just five. My mom took the money from my dad’s death and ran off, leaving me and my sister to fend for ourselves. I was barely in my teens, juggling school and work, scavenging, seeking shelter, and with the help of some kind souls, I managed to pull us out of the slums.”