Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 421

Dexter leaned against the nearby wall, looking like he had taken a hit.

"Dexter..." Melody called out his name, her voice laced with anxiety.

I glanced up at Dexter, catching his intense gaze fixed on me, as if he too was eager to hear what I had to say.

"Let's go, Dexter's hurt." Melody shot me an angry look, seemingly frustrated that I had chosen this moment to pit them against each other in a do-or-die battle.

I turned back to Colin, my voice filled with confusion. "And why wouldn't I choose you? You're my husband, legally bound and all."

Colin froze for a moment before his eyes sparkled with excitement, as if he had just won the lottery.

He gloated at Dexter, as if he were a peacock ready to strut.

Dexter's fingers tightened into fists, his complexion turning a shade paler. He let out a cold laugh. "You heard her. It's only because of that marriage certificate that she chose you."

"We're inseparable," Colin declared boastfully, pulling me into his embrace, showing no signs of someone who had just narrowly escaped death's clutches.

My heart felt numb as I looked at Colin, my brows furrowing, words failing me.

Dexter, sensing my change in emotion, deliberately stirred the pot. "Stella was her best friend, and Bran was one of your own. You're utterly heartless. They just died down there, yet all you can think about is this petty squabble. Madman."

Dexter was sowing discord.

Because Robin's mood had also hit rock bottom.

Nearby, Annora was still crying, and everyone seemed to be engulfed in sorrow, myself included.

Finn opened his mouth but then decided against speaking.

This time, nobody stood by Colin.

Colin did seem genuinely unaffected by the tragedy.

"A real madman, an emotionless freak," Melody said with a heavy tone.

Colin shot Dexter a look filled with anger, clearly intending to stir up everyone's emotions.

Annora sobbed, "Zoe... she's gone too, along with Bran and Stella."

"Ha... What a lunatic," Melody sneered, supporting Dexter as they prepared to leave.

"No need to explain to anyone," I whispered, patting Colin on the head.

Even if it was just a spiteful remark, it wasn't worth it.

Explaining was pointless when faced with skepticism and differing opinions.

Because they wouldn't understand.

Colin's grip on my hand tightened, his eyes moistening as if he felt deeply wronged but was trying hard to conceal it. "Why feel sad... they won't die."

"Sorrow is for the foolish," Colin muttered under his breath.

Dexter frowned, turning back to look at Colin.

Robin's gaze sharply turned towards us, her hand gripping Colin's wrist tightly. "What do you mean by that?"

"Bran... won't die. He has his own plans; he just wants to prove something to himself," Colin withdrew his hand, meeting the anxious stares of the group. "Phoebe, let's go home. I want to go home."