Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I stepped in front of Colin, my gaze fixed warily on the group before us.

Dexter knitted his brows, a shadow crossing his face. “Stella, what game are you playing now?” “Oh, what’s the matter? Can’t face the truth? Afraid to see whether your precious Melody is a saint or a specter?” Stella sneered, pulling out her phone to play that damning video.

The clip showed Hank sprawled on the floor, crying out in fear, telling them to seek out Dexter. not him, and revealing that it wasn’t Phoebe who had pushed Melody down the stairs.

Dexter’s complexion turned stormy, his face darkening with each passing second.

I watched him intently, searching his eyes for a flicker of guilt or panic – something to feed the vengeful thrill I was craving.

But there was nothing.

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I scoffed inwardly. I had underestimated the depth of Dexter’s love for Melody.

But no matter; the show had only just begun.

“Stella, I know you despise Melody, but this kind of tactic, isn’t it a bit underhanded?” Dexter’s voice was laden with disapproval.

Stella laughed mockingly. “Oh, really?”

Putting away her phone, Stella glared at Dexter through gritted teeth. “You’re pitiful, Dexter. I wonder how long you’ll keep shielding Melody.”

“By the way, Phoebe’s phone data was tampered with during recovery – someone had the nerve to sabotage police evidence right from under the tech team’s nose,” Stella said, her gaze piercing Dexter. “Your Melody, she’s no ordinary girl.”

“Stella, do you even believe the nonsense you’re spouting? She’s a person, an orphan who was adopted. She doesn’t have the means to mess with police evidence, and even the Burtons couldn’t pull off such a feat!” Dexter retorted with visible anger. “I failed Phoebe, and I won’t

rest until I find the person who hurt her. But I won’t stand idly by while you make Melon’t

scapegoat!”

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“Dexter, just drop dead,” Stella spat, then turned to me and Colin. “I’ve called the cops, you know. This is falso

imprisonment. He’s just a suspect with mental issues who turned himself in, and without proof of his guilt, even the police don’t have the right to detain him. Are you planning on taking the law into your own hands?”

I backed away, guarding Colin. “Dexter, you disgust me.”

Dexter furrowed his brows, lost in thought.

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Stella glanced at me indifferently. “You see? He’s utterly convinced of Melody’s innocence.. Poor Phoebe deserved better.”

Turning back to Dexter, Stella added, “Once we recover the data from Phoebe’s phone, I’d like to see how you’ll defend Melody then.”

I held my tongue, took Colin’s hand, and walked away.

Colin’s eyes were cold as he glanced back at Dexter. After a few steps, he spoke up from behind me. “I will always…”

I paused, turning to look at him, wondering what he meant.

“I will always believe in you unconditionally and without reservation,” Colin said earnestly.

In that moment, his expression, his gaze, the way he spoke… so intense, it was overwhelming.

And just like that, it was all too easy to fall for them.

I took a deep breath, and with a bittersweet smile, I realized that maybe, just maybe, I could believe in the words of someone who was mentally troubled.

Dexter emerged with his entourage, seemingly intent on stopping us, but Robin arrived with backup, forcing Dexter to stand down.

As I passed by Robin, I instinctively wanted to address him as Officer Robin, but I bit my

tongue.

Robin gave me a glance, then looked at Colin. “Are you his guardian?”

I nodded.

Colin seemed rather pleased with himself, proudly mirroring my gesture.

I sighed inwardly, tightening my grip on his wrist.

Robin checked his watch. “Where was he yesterday and during the day today?”

“He was at the Langleys‘ the whole time. They’ve got security cameras that can vouch for my story,” I told Robin.

Robin nodded. “Alright. Given his condition, you, as his guardian, need to keep a close eye on him. Don’t let him wander off.”