Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 

“Caleb, my dear, Foebe is my daughter, and by marrying her, you’re as good as my son–in–law. Now, when your wife hoists her sister up by the rafters, it’s your job to teach her a thing or two on my behalf,” Diane was rambling on when Anthony cut her off, clearly unable to get a read on Caleb. 

Colin cocked his head to one side, eyeing me curiously. “How could you string up your own sister by the rafters?” 

Anthony visibly relaxed, eager to take any lifeline to escape the situation. 

But Colin, ever so earnest, added, “She should have been left hanging from those rafters for good.” 

Silence fell. Not only did Anthony look shell–shocked, but so did I. 

He was dead serious. 

So, I gave him a serious piece of my mind. “Zip it, no one’s breaking the law on my watch.” 

Colin nodded obediently. “Oh, okay.” 

“You! All of you! This is too much,” Diane blustered, face flushed with anger. 

Anthony was fuming, teeth clenched. “Caleb, you’re nothing but a bastard child of the Langley family. You haven’t even secured your footing with them. The Langleys have Henry; it’s not your turn to strut around.” 

That was Anthony, lashing out in embarrassment and fury. 

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh boy, look who’s getting worked up.” 

“Or, you know, we could just lock the door and take care of them all,” Colin suggested, his voice a low rumble. 

At the door, Eric, who had finished up his tasks, strolled in. He was ready to close the door as 

instructed. 

Anthony and Diane panicked. “What are you going to do?” 

“Hmph, I don’t believe for a second he’d have the guts to kill us in broad daylight!” Anthony blustered, trying to muster some courage. 

That’s when Eric, ever so seriously, pulled out Colin’s mental disability certificate. 

“Sorry, our young master has a mental disorder,” Eric sighed. 

Anthony’s legs turned to jelly with fear, because Colin had grabbed a paring knife from the table. 

Diane, terror–stricken, clutched Anthony’s arm, backing away in a frenzy. “Foebe Larson! You’re inciting a mentally ill person to commit murder. Tell him to put down the knife; let’s talk this 

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out!” 

I feigned helplessness. “I’m terribly sorry, but his condition is beyond my control.” 

Outside, Coraline, her boyfriend, and about seven or eight bodyguards had yet to burst in. 

The Langley family’s security was tight, but something didn’t sound right. 

Soon, deafening barks erupted from outside, along with Coraline’s screams, Oscar’s shrieks, and the bodyguards‘ roars. 

Had they released the hounds? 

I looked at Colin, astonished. 

He was casually approaching Anthony and Diane, an apple in one hand, the knife in the other. “The Langley family paid a hefty sum. How about you two cut ties with my wife for good? Go your separate ways, and stop bothering her, deal?” 

His tone was casual, yet the threat was chilling. 

Anthony, face ashen with fear, turned his anger on me. “Foebe, after all we’ve done for you since you were eighteen, this is how you treat your own parents?” 

“Calling yourselves ‘parents‘ now, are we?” I chuckled. “When Foebe came back to this house at eighteen, did you ever truly care for her?” 

Her journal detailed bouts of acute gastroenteritis, but they assumed Foebe, having grown up in the countryside, was resilient and pretended to be sick for attention. When she writhed in pain from an attack late at night, if it weren’t for a security guard who found her as she dragged herself out of the house, she might have died in agony in that so–called home. 

“Forget it, it’s all too much trouble. Maybe it’s time to call it quits,” Colin suggested, turning to me with an innocent look. 

I took a deep breath and remained silent. 

Now Diane and Anthony were trembling with fear. 

“Foebe, get this madman out of here. Don’t forget the promise you made to me!” Anthony tried to use the fact that Foebe Larson had imitated Phoebe Caldwell to get close to Caleb as leverage. 

I was indifferent. “I’m so sorry, I forgot. On my wedding day, your precious daughter drugged me, and so did Samuel from the Langleys. The dose was too strong, and I couldn’t handle it. I lost my memory.” 

Anthony’s face contorted with rage.