Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel 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 come to terms with Phoebe's death because he couldn't accept that his own selfishness and arrogance had led to her demise.

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 come too 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...