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Chapter 116
Chapter 116
I felt a shiver of fear at the thought of being seen through by Dexter, and I couldn’t wait to get Caleb out of there.
“Phoebe Caldwell…” he suddenly called out.
He called me Phoebe Caldwell.
My steps faltered unconsciously, and I took a deep breath without turning back.
Robin furrowed his brows, watching Dexter call me Phoebe Caldwell, thinking the man had lost
his marbles.
“Phoebe…” Dexter’s voice cracked with a sudden surge of emotion as he scrambled to his feet and grabbed my wrist. “Phoebe? You’re Phoebe Caldwell, aren’t you?”
I frowned in disgust, looking at him with disdain as I forcefully slapped his hand away. “Mr. Fitzgerald, have you completely lost your mind?”
He stood there, stunned, saying nothing.
Caleb’s eyes flashed a warning at Dexter as he took my hand and led me away.
From the moment we left the negotiation room, my legs felt like jelly. I was terrified that he would recognize me. I was afraid he would discover that I was actually Phoebe.
“Colin… go to the car,” I said weakly to Caleb. “Go to the car.”
I needed to see Robin.
The real murderer was still out there, killing. We couldn’t drag this out any longer; even without hard evidence, we could at least put the suspect under surveillance to prevent further bloodshed.
I had asked Stella to inform Robin about this, but I wasn’t sure if he had uncovered any substantial evidence in the past few days.
Caleb looked at me with concern, gently cradling my face. “Phoebe… don’t be upset.”
I nodded, brushing him off lightly. “Just get to the car, please.”
Caleb walked away, his head hung low in disappointment.
I watched him go and then turned away.
Waiting in the corridor, I saw Dexter, his face and clothes smeared with blood. He paused beside me, stopping in his tracks.
I tried to appear calm.
Without a word, he just looked at me and suddenly reached out as if to touch my face.
Instinctively, I slapped his hand away, glaring at him with pure loathing in my eyes.
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He seemed taken aback for a moment, rooted to the spot.
I panicked internally; my reaction was too much like the way I used to resist him.
Unconscious gestures, expressions, and details…
Dexter stood there, staring at me for a long while as if trying to see right through me.
I remained scowling, my hands clenched tightly. “Are you sick?”
Dexter didn’t respond, and as soon as Robin appeared, he left hastily. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
I breathed a sigh of relief; no sane person would ever figure out that I was Phoebe.
Even Caleb hadn’t really figured it out.
“Are you waiting for me?” Robin approached, asking me. He eyed me up and down, seemingly
not quite trusting.
“…” I was momentarily overcome with emotion, almost blurting out that I was Phoebe Caldwell. But if I said that, he would lump me and Caleb together as lunatics.
“Officer Robin, I am Caleb’s wife, his lawful guardian. The matter I had Miss Stella inform your about regarding the murderer… did you look into it?” I asked in a low voice, a touch of nervousness in my tone.
Robin eyed me warily. “What does this case have to do with you?”
I hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Caleb is my husband, and I don’t want him to suffer an injustice. I want to find the real culprit and clear his name.”
Caleb was still a suspect, though currently out on bail.
Robin seemed to grudgingly accept this explanation. “She didn’t tell me anything about the murderer. What’s going on?”
I was taken aback.
Had Stella not told Robin?
Did she still not trust me?