Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

My lips twitched involuntarily. So, they just see Foebe as a baby–making machine. But as long

as it’s a girl, Colin still has some value to the Langley family.

I do hope it’s a girl in my belly.

“Why did Colin go mad?” I asked softly.

“Colin?” Brendan glanced at me.

I paused, confused.

Isn’t he called Colin in the Langley family?

“Caleb…” It hit me suddenly: in the Langley family. Colin is known as Caleb Langley.

“Originally, the boy was smart, a real genius.” Brendan said coldly. “But alas, he suffered a

trauma.”

After a moment of silence, he gave me a guarded look, obviously not willing to air all the family’s dirty laundry. “You needn’t worry yourself. Just focus on bringing the child into the world safely; that’s all that matters.”

I nodded obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Even though Brendan didn’t reveal much, I had a hunch that Colin’s current state was definitely tied to the Langley family.

“Grandpa, I’m a bit scared. The servants and even the whispers outside say that Colin is a murderer and that he targets women. Is that true? The doctor suggested I should spend more time with the father of the child, but I’m afraid of him…”

I watched Brendan cautiously, trying to gauge his reaction.

“The boy may be a bit touched in the head, but he’s no murderer, of that I’m certain,” he assured me with conviction. “Those rumors are baseless. Nonetheless, for your and the baby’s safety, it’s best to keep your distance from him.

If Colin isn’t the killer, why was he at the crime scene? What was he doing there? What’s his connection to the actual murderer?

The Langley family dinner.

The invitation was from the patriarch himself, and the guest list was a who’s who of the business world.

The Fitzgerald family, ranking just below the Langleys, was, of course, in attendance.

Dexter was tall and striking, and he arrived with Melody, quickly becoming the center of attention.

“Mr. Fitzgerald’s fiancée is absolutely stunning,” someone brown–nosed.

“Yes, Melody is the belle of Sea City University.”

“Wasn’t Phoebe the belle of Sea City University?” I walked up alongside the patriarch, deliberately shaking hands with Dexter right in front of Melody. “Mr. Fitzgerald, good to see

you again.”

Dexter looked surprised at first, then composed himself.

Melody’s face turned sour, watching me warily.

“Is this the Langley family’s eldest grandson’s wife? She must not know in our circles, nobody dares mention Phoebe in front of Dexter…” someone murmured behind me.

“Dexter lost it a while back. Mentioning Phoebe to him is like signing your own death warrant.”

“President Langley, this must be your granddaughter–in–law?” Melody asked, attempting to conceal her annoyance, then reached out for a handshake.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, wasn’t your fiancée named Phoebe? Who might this be, a mistress?” I taunted Melody, ignoring her extended hand.

The onlookers began to murmur; the Langley family’s eldest grandson’s wife was openly snubbing Dexter’s fiancée, which was akin to snubbing Dexter himself.

But Dexter seemed unfazed, his gaze on me complex.

Melody grew even more anxious, fearing the resemblance I bore to Phoebe.

“This is my granddaughter–in–law, the heiress of the Larson family, Foebe Larson,” the patriarch announced with a smile.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, won’t you introduce us to the lady beside you? Which family’s daughter is she?” I cocked my head, pushing Dexter into an awkward spot. Status was everything in their circle, and Dexter had once seemed indifferent to Melody’s adopted status, all in the name of love.

Dexter glanced at Melody.

Melody, tense, awaited Dexter’s introduction, hoping for a title under the eyes of many.

“She’s my secretary.” Dexter stated flatly, reducing Melody to his secretary.

Melody’s face went pale, and she lowered her gaze, her eyes reddening. “I feel a bit unwell. I’ll go sit over there.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I watched Melody with a hint of irony. So, she had her day, too?

But then again Dexter really was the pinnacle of scum. He had once claimed to love Melody so fiercely he wanted me dead for her, and now he wouldn’t even acknowledge her?

Disgusting!

moved off to greet other quests, and Dexter approached me, his voice low. “Are you

satisfied with that explanation?”

I frowned. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, but I don’t follow.”

“Your name is Foebe?” He seemed very intrigued by me.