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Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 497
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Chapter 497 Dexter stared at the scattered papers on the floor, evidence that had slipped through his fingers, and let out a mad chuckle that echoed in the empty room.

"Are you out of your mind?" Finn cursed under his breath, bending down to gather the mess.

"It can't be!" Dexter raged at Finn, his voice laced with disbelief. "It can't be... She's Phoebe, she is Phoebe!" Finn dismissed him as if he had lost his senses, paying him no more attention.

Dexter collapsed to the ground, his eyes red and swollen with unshed tears.

He couldn't cto terms with Phoebe's death because he couldn't accept that his own selfishness and arrogance had led to her demise.

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In a way, Dexter was a pitiable figure.

I wasn't sure if Phoebe had ever truly loved him...

But it was tragic, indeed.

His realization and his love had ctoo late.

"Ding!" The ICU doors swung open, and the doctor emerged.

Colin, frantic with worry, scrambled to his feet and rushed to the doctor. "Doctor... is she..." "She's out of immediate danger for now, but it's uncertain when she'll wake up," the doctor sighed with a hint of relief, then continued, "Fortunately, the dose wasn't lethal. I've seen the syringe Officer Robin brought in. It was meant for euthanizing newborns with deformities, not enough to kill an adult when shared between two. It's dangerous, but all we can do now is keep observing." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The lethal injection from the lab was intended for newborns who didn't meet the organization's criteria, leading to their euthanization and cremation.

The entire underground lab was like a massive furnace, a purgatory.

Those born there might never see the sunlight or the blue sky...

It was a horrifying thought.

"Once Naomi's crimes are exposed, it's going to shock the nation," Finn massaged his temples, weary. "Just how dark can the human soul be?" "Years ago, I worked on a case with my mentor... A thirteen-year-old leading a gang of peers, kidnapping young couples hiking in the mountains. Back then, surveillance wasn't-as advanced, and it was hard to find anyone in the wilderness. Three couples went missing in a year, and it was only when the fourth couple was abducted, and the man fought to let his partner escape to raise the alarm, that the case was cracked." "When the police arrived at the scene, the man who reported the crwas already dead. They had killed him brutally, slicing open his belly to pull out his organs." "When we caught them, they were still frolicking in the mountains, unbothered. When asked why they did it, they simply said it was fun, curious about what's inside a human stomach..." "Evil doesn't have an age. Sthings, it seems, are determined from birth," Robin said with a heavy tone.

"Later, we found the other three couples in the mountains, sof them tortured horrifically, others buried alive... All the women had been violated." Who could imagine that a group of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds could commit such vile acts? "After the incident, local police provided leads. They had encountered these kids in the mountains while searching for the first missing couple. They had asked the kids, who managed to lie without batting an eye." It seemed the nature of good and evil was ingrained in our genes from the start.

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"So, good and evil exist in our genes from birth, and speople are just born malevolent It's not about how you're raised," I murmured, leaning against the wall.

Colin and Dexter stood motionless at the ICU theshed door, watching as the doctor pushed my pale form out. "Don't touch her; you're the reason she's in this state..." Dexter blamed Colin.

Blaming Colin for handingover to Naomi.

Colin stood defeated, silent.

Dexter followed the doctor, accompanyingto the ward.

Standing beside Colin, I whispered in comfort, "Colin, don't besad... Don't Colin, sad...Don't listen to him, he's sick..." If he had cared for Phoebe that much, she might not have died.