Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 423



Leaning against the wall, Dexter winced, "Didn't feel it before, but now the pain's hitting hard."

Tears brimmed in Melody's eyes as she spoke angrily, "You're talking nonsense... You were clearly trying to shield her, and that's how you got hit by the stray bullet!"

Melody glared at me fiercely, as if blaming me for everything.

I glanced at Dexter, who also looked up, his eyes reddening with pain as he leaned on the wall, taking deep breaths to cope.

"We need to stop the bleeding, then get out of here as soon as possible," I said, trying to check on Dexter's wound, but Colin tugged at my sleeve, giving me a pleading look, not wanting me to tend to Dexter.

And just like that... I didn't want to get involved anymore.

"It hurts..." Melody attempted to touch Dexter's wound, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Stella's not here, nobody's trained in first aid. You'll just have to bear with it," Finn said, patting Dexter on the shoulder.

"Phoebe... you took a few first aid classes, help me stop the bleeding," Dexter insisted that I help him.

As I moved closer, I carefully examined his wound.

"Just a graze from a stray bullet, thought you were a goner," Colin commented, still holding onto my sleeve with a look of disdain, almost as if I had dragged him over.

Dexter was seething; I could tell these two were on the verge of a brawl.

"It's an arm wound, not deep enough to hit the muscle; you won't die from it." I started tearing Melody's shirt to use for Dexter's bandage.

Melody looked at me in shock. "What are you doing?"

"If you love him, you should be happy to use your shirt for bandages," I said coolly, deliberately tightening the wound dressing.

Dexter winced in pain, almost falling over as he looked at me with hurt in his eyes.

Angry, Melody turned and walked away alone.

Robin and Finn, worried about her safety, followed her.

Annora glanced around, then quickly caught up with them.

"Phoebe... I just wanted to know the truth, that's why I kept her close..." Dexter grasped my hand, trying to explain. "Can you forgive me this once..." "No way!" Colin slapped Dexter's hand away. "Shameless."

I had a feeling that if Colin had our marriage certificate on him, he'd slam it on Dexter's face right there.

"Caleb! Don't go too far." Dexter was about to confront Colin physically.

I quickly hugged Colin. "Let's just go. Is this really the place to fight?"

"Phoebe, you're biased, holding me back," Colin accused, his acting so convincing his eyes reddened.

"I'm holding you back because I don't want you to kill him..." I sighed, dragging Colin away.

Dexter, for some reason, just stood there, not moving.

It was as if he wouldn't leave unless I went back and dragged him along.

"Are you coming or not?" I turned to ask him.

"Phoebe... you still love me, right?" Dexter asked softly.

"I don't," I replied bluntly.

"I don't believe you," he stubbornly refused to accept it.

"Believe it or not," I said, pulling Colin away. "Stay here if you're not coming."

This method was my trump card for dealing with stubbornness, and sure enough, Dexter quickly caught up.

Colin looked at him provocatively, as if mocking his delusion.

"Phoebe, do you love him?" Dexter provocatively asked.

I paused for a moment. Love... what does that even feel like?

At the moment, all I knew was despair and pain.

I was numb to the taste of love.

All I knew was that I needed to

pet

will. found myself relying

, unwilling to let him out?

on

"She loves me!" Colin answered for me.

Dexter scoffed confidently, raising an eyebrow. "Let's compete fairly. We're evenly matched."

"You're delusional. We're married," Colin looked at Dexter as if he were an idiot.

Dexter took a deep breath, lowering his voice. "You can always get a divorce."

"I won't divorce her!"

And just like that, they were at it again.

Both acting rather childishly.

I pulled my hand away from Colin and quickened my pace to catch up with Robin and the others.

Dexter and Colin continued their

bickering

behind us, their argument

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"Is this the thirteenth floor?"

Robin looked ahead at the solid wall, knocking on it. "They're not letting us through?"

The wall bore a sign for the thirteenth floor.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

But there was no entry point in sight.

"Where's Silas? He ran off earlier; where is he now?" Annora asked curiously.

Finn carefully examined the wall. "It's solid, alright. No cracks, it's been sealed off. There's no way through."

I tapped the wall, then turned to look

at the safety stairs leading

downward. "Aren't these stairs going down normally?"

Were they blocking access to the thirteenth floor, directly leading to the twelfth instead?

"Guess the game's over?"

"She's my wife."

"We can divorce."

"I won't divorce her."