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Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 138
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Chapter 138

“Nope.” Eric replied with honest bluntness. “Truth is, the Langleys have always known about Mr. Caleb. But

without Mr. Brendan's nod, no one dared bring him back. It wasn’t until Mr. Caleb made a nfor himself,

causing a stir across Sea City, that Mr. Brendan let us claim him and welchim into the family fold.”

| let out a derisive snort. Even among the wealthy elite, it's always about self-interest.

Such is human nature.

“And these old clothes haven't been tossed yet?” | asked, eyeing the ill-fitting, washed-out garments hanging on

the rack-the very ones Colin had worn during his vagabond days.

The Langleys had taken him in, cleaned him up, and locked him in a room, but they hadn’t thrown away his dirty

clothes?

“He treasures that outfit; doesn’t let anyone touch it,” Eric intervened, stoppingfrom reaching for it.

| was curious as to why Colin would cherish such a faded and ill-fitting set of clothes.

“Have you ever met this person?” My thoughts returned to the photograph, pointing to a boy who stood next to

Colin, slightly hiding behind him with a timid gaze.

“That's Carter, the other star from Double-Genius Welfare House, one of the celebrated prodigies that shocked

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Sea City back in the day,” Eric said with a sigh of regret as he looked at the photo. “Sadly, he perished in the fire

at the orphanage that year. Mr. Caleb was..."

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Eric trailed off, then added, “Mr. Caleb was supposed to die in that fire too, but miraculously, he survived.”

| was shocked for quite stime. “Was the fire an accident?”

“It was arson,” Eric stated firmly.

“And the culprit?” | pressed, growing impatient.

“Never found. Back then, investigative techniques weren't as advanced. There were no cameras at the scene of

the fire, and everyone denied any knowledge of arson, so...” Eric shook his head.

It was clear he was holding back details, but if he wasn’t willing to share, | wasn’t about to pry. After all, Eric

wasn’t a witness to the event.

My gaze shifted back to class president James. He must know what really happened during that fire.

And that murderer, why... why is he still targeting people from the orphanage?

“Can | take this photograph with me?” | asked softly.

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“These are Mr. Ethan's keepsakes. If you need one, I'll get you another copy,” Eric offered.

I nodded.

The girls in the red dresses in the photo were already dead, leaving only Melody.

And the murderer was now aiming at the remaining individuals.

“Is this the orphanage director?” | asked, pointing to a middle-aged woman sitting in the center of the photo.

“She ran the orphanage together with her husband,” Eric confirmed with a nod.

| shivered slightly as | looked at the middle-aged woman and then at the man next to her. They looked

charitable, but something about them gavechills.

“Are they still alive?” | inquired, driven by curiosity.

“Yes,” Eric confirmed. “The one who died recently was their daughter.”

| looked up at Eric, startled.

Their daughter was dead.

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It seemed this gruesseries of murders was indeed a vendetta.

These people, they must share something in common-they all must have wronged the murderer in sway.

“Phoebe...”

“Phoebe!”

Suddenly, Colin's panicked voice cfrom outside the door. He sounded like he was trapped in a nightmare,

his voice out of control and filled with despair.

Something stabbed at my heart, and | hurriedly ran outside.

There, | found Colin standing by the window, disoriented and frantic, his bloodied footsteps marking the floor

where the wounds on his feet had reopened. His pate, exquisite face was smeared with blood, droplets tracing

down his pronounced Adam'’s apple.

His hands were covered in blood, and the moment he saw me, he panicked like a child caught in mischief, hiding

his hands behind him.

Eric's face turned pale, and he rushed out. “Doctor! Get the doctor!”

Clearly, the Langleys had kept too much fromabout Colin's condition.

Without a doubt, Colin's current state was far from normal.