Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 283

You son of a… The jerk was about to lay hands on Stella when Robin stepped in, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it behind his back like he was handling a misbehaving puppy. novelbin

Let’s keep it civil, Robin said, his voice a low rumble.

I faced the jerk. “So you’re claiming those photos on your phone are of me? What’s your game plan?”

“Sleazebag, if you just quietly divorce and come with me, I’ll let you off the hook,” he babbled on.

“Oh, I nodded. “That’s not my photo. How can you prove it’s me? I have picture.”

mole on my left shoulder, which, I notice, is missing from your

The jerk was momentarily stumped, zooming in on the photo. “How am I supposed to know you…”

“Officer Robin, would you mind calling the cops? With all these reporters around and the live streamers, his slander’s got to be worth some jail time, right? Give them a call, then I’d appreciate it if you and Stella could handle this.”

Before the jerk could utter another word, Stella had stuffed something into his mouth.

It took a moment for Robin to realize Stella had used his wallet to gag the fool.

As Robin escorted the man away, the media swarmed, cameras flashing non–stop.

“I’m terribly sorry for this spectacle,” I apologized, wiping away tears and bowing to the press. “Lately, some people have been targeting me with their slander for reasons I can’t fathom…”

From the crowd, someone shouted a possible motive. “You’re too naive. Your unborn child and your husband are the sole heirs to the Langley Group’s fortune and shares. They have to smear your name if they want to grab that inheritance.”

I felt as if I’d been struck by lightning, turning to the speaker in shock. “Is that… really why?”

Tears streamed down my face. “My husband… he’s a bit simple–minded, so trusting, so easy to exploit. He once tried to help stray animals and was accused of cruelty. I’m terrified… terrified that they’ll use his mental health against him, and the Langley family legacy will be stolen fight from under us.”

My crying rallied support from many in the crowd.

“I’ve met his husband, the simple soul. He’s kind–hearted, always feeding stray dogs! He’s no villain.”

“Yeah, this is all about seizing assets, preying on a simple man and a pregnant woman.”

When did the underdog start to carry this innate advantage, this power to draw sympathy?

I remember learning this from Melody. I couldn’t help but think Melody had been my teacher…

Melody watched me with a venomous glare, realizing I was copying her tactics.

I turned back to Henry and Dexter, my lips curving into a smile.

If Henry still wanted to play the ‘Caleb is mentally ill‘ card, even if he managed to commit Caleb to a mental institution, public opinion wouldn’t be on his side.

Henry’s face had turned a sickly shade of pale, whereas Damian was smirking with a knowing look.

“We’re the police, responding to a report of assault. We need to investigate further; please come with us.”

Sure enough, the cops showed up soon after, looking for Colin.

Carl, under Henry’s orders, had called them in.

“It was Carl who instigated the trouble…” I instinctively wanted to protect Colin.

But Colin hugged me from behind and whispered, “Phoebe… I have to go.”

Colin’s voice was soft, but his eyes were fixed on Damian.

I could feel the chill in his embrace.

Colin seemed to have anticipated Henry’s move. He knew everything, yet he still lashed out and walked into the

wanted… to see Damian?

Colin was aware that once he was sent to the mental institution, it would be Damian ‘training‘ and ‘treating‘ him.

“We don’t have to go…” I murmured, knowing full well that Damian was dangerous.

“I have to,” Colin held me close and spoke again. “Eric is trustworthy.”

trap, all because he