Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 371



"What do you think?" Bran asked Colin.

Colin stood still, watching as Melody walked away into the distance.

I was hiding behind the door, feeling a bit jittery.

For some reason, I feared Colin wouldn't recognize me.

This sensation of being doubted, not being acknowledged, it truly unsettles me.

Scares me, even.

So, could Colin be feeling the same? When I doubted him, didn't trust him, or even misunderstood him...

Holding my hands tightly and looking down nervously, I pondered how to explain myself so Colin would believe me.

But I really forgot too much. I can't remember him, nor can I recall anything about the orphanage, just like Bran said, I'm not sharp, I'm quite dim... I always seem to cause trouble for everyone.

But I don't know what the old me was like, I even know less about my past than Melody does.

I'm terrified.

"Did you even hear what I said?" Bran frowned and asked when Colin didn't respond. "Clearly, she's more like Melody."

"Why don't you chill out and eat a slice of humble pie," Colin retorted with a cold snort.

"Caleb, cut the sarcasm!" Bran snapped back, a bit annoyed.

"You thought she was Phoebe Caldwell, didn't you? Then go after her, you know where to find her," Colin said in a deep tone, turning to leave.

But Bran wasn't ready to let it go and grabbed him. "It's not that I doubt your judgment, but look at her inside, how does she resemble the Phoebe Caldwell we knew..."

"Huh..." Colin laughed. "It's precisely because she's different, that she is Phoebe."

"You've lost your mind," Bran said with a frown. "Love is making you blind."

"If she was the Phoebe Caldwell of old, would she openly seek us out, making such a spectacle? Especially with you, an outsider, standing right here?" Colin didn't want to argue with Bran any longer and tried to enter the house.

"What if she guessed my..." Bran still wanted to argue.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Colin cut him off impatiently. "The moment she insisted on winning, she gave herself away."

Melody's competitive nature is

ingrained in her. Even if Damian did a thorough job hypnotizing heranto believing she's Phoebe Caldwell, it's useless. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Fake is fake.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Bran muttered under his breath, frowning. "You make me look stupid."

Colin pushed past Bran. "You weren't exactly clever to begin with."

"Would it kill you to exchange a few words with me?" Bran, full of youthful arrogance, insisted on engaging Colin more. "Are you planning some kind of seduction strategy with that Melody? Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Colin gave Bran a look. "I need to go smooth things over with my lady."

Bran gasped. "Am I just a side character in your drama?"

"What are you even talking about?" Colin frowned, puzzled.

"It's how we young folks talk; you're out of the loop," Bran said smugly, leaning against the wall.

Ignoring him, Colin went inside while I was still hiding outside.

Clearly, I didn't catch their whispered conversation.

Just heard Bran teasing Colin about being old.

Old? He looks nothing but dashing...

I felt a bit embarrassed, awkwardly avoiding eye contact, finding myself in tears under false accusations. My eyes must have been red.

Colin glanced at me, about to say something, but I cut him off. "If you believe Melody, I'll leave right now."

Colin had a deep look in his eyes, but I dared not meet his gaze, unclear of the emotions on his face. "Where to?" he asked softly.

"None of your business. I'll go

wherever please," I said, feeling e

and

swn'

love

wronged as I pushed past Co limping away, ready to pack. leave. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org