Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 

Hank shot me a glance filled with panic and quickly nodded in agreement. 

The others all kept their heads down, too afraid to utter a word. 

Melody, crying in pain and frustration, shoved Hank away and managed to take a few steps before collapsing to the floor again. 

I descended the stairs step by step, my eyes fixed on Melody. She looked back at me with terror, as if profoundly afraid, and scrambled to hide behind Dexter. “Dexter, don’t let her come near me.” 

Dexter immediately stepped forward to block me. “Phoebe…” 

“Why didn’t you guys call the cops when I pushed her?” I asked, suspicion coloring my tone as my gaze settled on Hank. 

Hank retreated, fear evident in his eyes. “Ha… We’re all friends here. It wasn’t on purpose, Melody… she fell on her own, right. I saw it; Melody just lost her balance!” 

Melody bit her lip in anger and remained silent. 

“Phoebe, it wasn’t you. Melody fell on her own. You didn’t push her,” Dexter quickly interjected. “You’re exhausted. Go get some rest.” 

“But I clearly… I did push her…” I looked at Melody. “I pushed you, didn’t I?” 

Dexter frowned, warningly glancing at Melody. 

Tears rolled down Melody’s cheeks as she spoke, “No… it was my own fault; I fell.” 

I opened my mouth, chuckled, and leaned in to whisper in Melody’s ear. “How odd. You claim it wasn’t me who pushed you, yet before, when I hadn’t, you accused me.” 

Melody’s body tensed, shock flashing in her eyes as she suddenly stood up. “Dexter… she…” 

It felt oddly satisfying to see Melody struggling to speak. My head was foggy, my memories jumbled and unclear. 

“Melody, you’re hurt. You need to go to the hospital,” Dexter said with a stern tone. 

With her eyes still red, Melody turned and began to mutter incessantly, “She’s not Phoebe… not at all.” 

Hank turned and ran as if he’d seen a ghost. 

Only Dexter stayed by my side. 

“Aren’t you going to be with her? Don’t you like her?” I asked, puzzled. 

“Phoebe…” Dexter’s eyes flickered with a hint of panic. “You’re mistaken. It’s not Melody I like; it’s you that I love.” 

“Phoebe… your memory’s been mixed up since the car accident. We’re together now, and you’re carrying my child,” Dexter coaxed gently. 

I looked at Dexter skeptically, then down at my stomach, suddenly overwhelmed by a severe headache. 

Is that so? 

I’m pregnant. 

“If you’re not hungry, rest well. Come down for dinner later, Dexter said, taking a glass of water and a few white pills from the housekeeper. “These are to stabilize the pregnancy. Be a good girl and take them, then 

bet some sleep.” 

I numbly swallowed the pills under Dexter’s watchful eye. 

It wasn’t until I turned to head upstairs that Dexter finally breathed a sigh of relief. 

Are you sure Caleb is dead?”