Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )

Matthew was spot on...

"Hailey knew full well that Phoebe was a test subject, fully aware that she was Gene-Forge Collective's most prized guinea pig. Yet, she deliberately kept Phoebe close, using the guise of an engagement with her son as a way to tether her... It was surveillance, an experiment in emotional cognition," Matthew said, a smile playing on his lips. "From Phoebe's amnesia to her entanglement with Dexter, and even to her death, it was all orchestrated. This Hailey... she's no simpleton."

Dexter's mother... she could very well be one of the Gene-Forge Collective...

"No... It can't be." My voice was hoarse, instinctively I stepped back.

From my car accident and memory loss, to Hailey taking me in, to my mistaking Dexter as my savior... to the so-called engagement, the love and hatred, the daily torment, Dexter's distrust...

All of it, Hailey couldn't have been unaware. Nothing in the Fitzgerald family could escape her sight, yet she did nothing to stop it.

She even intentionally took away my pregnancy test...

Hailey, she truly had no affection for me, only seeing me as a specimen.

Involving her son in the experiment, was it all part of the plan?

Ha... All fake, everything was a sham.

"The Fitzgeralds, can't trust them," Matthew said with a smile.

Looking at Matthew, he exuded confidence from the beginning to the end, a sense of superiority that comes with high intelligence.

"Bro, I'll be in touch," Matthew said, handing his business card to Colin before turning to leave.

After a few steps, he looked back at me with a smile. "Sis-in-law... you're quite the valuable asset, make sure you stay alive... take care of yourself." I clenched my fists, feeling a chill down my spine.

He said I was valuable, probably because my very existence was like a lab rat under the capitalists' watchful eyes.

Those people, like bloodthirsty wolves, monitoring my every move, seeing if I could break through the barriers they set, to see if I could achieve the results they desired... only then to enter into 'mass production' for capitalization.

Ha... I staggered back, each word from Matthew sending me into emotional turmoil.

I began to fear, to feel disoriented, feeling as if cameras were watching me everywhere.

Even breathing felt numb.

"Phoebe..." Colin held me close. "Don't listen to him, don't be afraid."

I clung tightly to Colin's shirt, warily looking around.

Now, even passersby seemed like they were observing me.

"Phoebe..."

"Let's go home... Colin, take me

home," I said, clutching at Colin's et

collar, my breathing rapid, my voice choked. "Colin... take me home."

Can you hide me away?

They want to observe me, but why... why should I be the caged rat on display? Why!

I wanted to lash out, to rebel.

"Ah!" A sudden intense headache made me clutch my head and crouch down.

Memories flooded back... why I went I self-harmed, why Colin

mad,

and

away, only to be

back' in that warehouse.ught

belongs to I overheard my parents on the phone, reporting my every move, my growth,

my abnormal be

someone above.

belongs to

MS

I went mad, I wanted to escape, I begged Colin to take me away.

I begged him to hide me.

"We're going home, Phoebe, we're going home," Colin said, frantically holding me, his body trembling.

He was afraid I'd recall past memories, afraid that the shock would drive me to self-harm again...

And with Matthew's return, a few words were enough to drag me back to hell.

"Phoebe!"

My consciousness began to blur, pain made my legs give out, and I knelt on the ground.

When I came to, my hands were covered in blood.

I was scratching my own face, self-harming unconsciously...

I lifted my head, a dark look in my eyes, knowing someone was watching me.

"I will find you..." My voice was hoarse.

I will find you, those who threaten me and Colin, one by one... I will eliminate them all.