Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Get yourself checked out if you’re feeling sick, Colin frowned in disgust, pulling me back With him. Don’t catch whatever she’s got; it’s toxic.”

Melody gave a mocking laugh, looking at me with amusement. “Foebe, congratulations on snagging yourself a real catch,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she emphasized the words ‘real catch‘.

She seemed like someone watching a play, waiting to see my downfall. “You two are just perfect for each other. Here’s to a lifetime of happiness, to growing old together, and to having a bunch of little ones running around.”

The blessing that came from her lips sounded more like a wicked curse.

It was evident she was waiting to see me become the butt of the joke, to witness my demise. She was mocking me for consorting with the devil, for my own descent into hell.

“I wish

you the same,” I said to her, holding Colin’s hand tightly as we turned to leave. “May you and Dexter be inseparable. Make sure he doesn’t escape to bring misery to others.”

Melody’s eyes filled with venom as Colin and I walked into the living room, and only then did she leave.

“Don’t believe a word she says. I’ll treat you right, Phoebe, I promise,” Colin said, as if to reassure me, worried that Melody’s words might affect me.

“I believe you,” I replied with a smile.

Colin was overjoyed, wrapping his arms around me and refusing to let go. “Wifey, I can’t wait to get home.”

“What did the doctor tell you at the end?” I asked curiously.

“The doctor said that being intimate during the second trimester can help stabilize a pregnant woman’s hormones, calm her emotions, and keep her spirits high.”

I nearly bit my tongue. I knew I shouldn’t expect anything serious to come out from his mouth.

“You actually know to attend today’s family dinner,” Henry said sternly, clutching his cane. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Normally, that seat would have been taken by Brendan, but since he had suffered a stroke and was bedridden, Henry had taken it upon himself to step in.

The Langley family relatives had all arrived, including those who had been frightened by Colin before. They were pale as ghosts, huddling close to Henry, clearly still terrified.

Colin surveyed the room silently.

Today is a family gathering, come and take a seat,” Henry commanded, puffing up with

authority of the head of the family clearly trying to put us in our place

able was full, and he was telling us to sit down–where exactly? In the corner, or should we stand?

I glanced at Eric and asked innocently, “Whose family dinner is this, anyway?”

Eric replied politely, “It’s the Langley family’s.”

And who’s the head of the Langley family?” I continued. “Is it Henry? Since when did he take over? Grandpa’s not gone yet, and here he is, sitting in Grandpa’s chair. That can’t be good luck. Wouldn’t

want him to have a stroke tomorrow too.”

Colin joined in with feigned concern, “Yeah, not good at all. Sitting in that chair is like asking for a stroke.”

Henry’s face hardened as he slammed his hand on the table and stood up. “The nerve! Where’s the respect for your elders?”

“Eric,” I said sternly, not the least bit intimidated by his loud voice. “My husband and I aren’t feeling well, so we won’t be staying for dinner. We’ll be leaving now.”

“Stay right there!” Henry bellowed, signaling for several bodyguards at the door to block

our exit.

Colin’s gaze turned frosty, and he positioned me protectively behind him.

I knew Colin was angry.

Henry had come prepared, bringing a crowd and locking the doors of the Langley Mansion.

Was he planning on holding us against our will?

“Caleb, you’ve been diagnosed with a mental condition; you’re not fit to make your own decisions. I took over the company management for the good of the Langley family,” Henry believed he held all the cards. “I’ve already arranged for you to be admitted to the best psychiatric facility in Sea City. They’re on their way here, and whether you like it or not, you’ll spend the rest of your days there.”

1 frowned; Henry was planning to commit Colin to a psychiatric hospital.

I was worried, glancing at Colin.

They had the upper hand with more people on their side, and with Colin’s history of mental illness, Henry, as a senior member of the Langley family, had every reason to send him to a psychiatric facility. Even involving the police wouldn’t be of much help.

What should I do now?