Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: CHAPTER 100 Chapter 100: CHAPTER 100 “Our men are on their way to bring Dexter in for questioning,” Zion said.

I hung up the phone and stared at Dexter.

If he was the one who ordered the hit, would the driver have given out his name that easily?

Besides, Dexter usually let Ewan handle things on his behalf, and Ewan would never mention Dexter’s name.

It was evident that the driver had framed Dexter by alleging that he’d ordered him to hit Aunty Lisa with a car.

Zion must have also been aware that Dexter was framed, so he called me in advance to give me a heads€“up.

Since Damien would only face a maximum of 15 days of detention, Aunty Lisa had no reason to stage this accident and jeopardize her own life.

Could it be that someone was attempting to provoke tension between the Blacks and the Colemans?

“Damien’s mother was hit by a car, so I’m heading to go to the hospital now.

Stay home and wait for me, okay?” I was worried about what those ignorant netizens and the people behind this accident might do if they found Dexter leaving the house.

If the feud between the Colemans and the Blacks escalated because of Dexter, his position within the Black family would inevitably be affected.

Not to mention, Martin would have the last laugh, and he’d be able to openly confront Dexter without facing any condemnation.

“Sophia…” Dexter wanted to follow me.

“Be a dear and stay home, okay?” I reminded him again.

“Wait for me at home.” Dexter’s gaze turned dark, as if he were panicking.

“You won’t lie to me this time… right?

But I knew that what he was trying to express was- “You’ll come back to me, won’t you?

I was startled for a moment.

Then, I shook my head and replied, “No, I won’t.

I’ll be back before you know it.” “Okay.” Dexter nodded obediently.

“Then, I’ll wait.

I’ll wait for you until you’re home.” At this, I felt a sudden tightness in my chest.

Nevertheless, I turned away from Dexter and requested Austin to arrange for someone to drive me to the hospital.

Damien was still in police custody.

But if he found out that his mother was badly injured in a car accident when he got released, he would undoubtedly go berserk again.

When I got downstairs, I saw Ewan going upstairs with a solemn expression.

Then, I glanced back and saw Dexter standing in the shadows on the dimly lit second floor.

I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but there was an intimidating and ominous air about him.

Just then, I noticed my shoelaces had come loose, so I squatted under the stairs to tie them.

“Damien seems to be bored out of his mind lately,” came Dexter’s low voice.

Ewan nodded in agreement.

“It appears so.” Apparently, someone had staged this incident.

“Keep an eye on her.

If anything ever happens…” I caught fragments of Dexter and Ewan’s conversation from downstairs.

Dexter’s voice sounded cold.

It was completely different from the tone he used when speaking with me.

But I thought that perhaps I was just hearing things, so I stood up on my tiptoes to get a better look.

However, when I did, they were already gone.

Was Dexter truly a real dimwit?

“Mrs.

Black, your driver is here,” the nanny informed me.

Before I got into the car, I instinctively glanced at a corner.

I could tell that someone had been watching me lately.

I suspected that Martin and his people might be up to something to get rid of the baby in my belly, so I’d been waiting for them to make their move.

However, although I could sense that I was being watched, never once had anyone come to hurt me.

Something told me that while someone was trying to kill me and my baby, there were also people secretly protecting me.

Otherwise, Martin and Dax should have targeted me a long time ago.

Aunty Lisa was taken to the Huma Hospital.

Although she was still unconscious, her condition had stabilized.

I sighed in relief when I visited her in the ward.

Then, I anxiously asked the doctor, ” When will she regain consciousness, doctor?” “Maybe tomorrow.

She suffered a concussion, but she should be fine,” the doctor briefly explained before leaving.

Zion waited outside, his face filled with concern.

“This is clearly a setup.

Despite the lack of evidence, they still think it was Dexter who orchestrated the accident.

And Damien might believe that it was Dexter too.” When Damien got out of jail, he would surely hate Dexter even more.

“If he had any common sense, he’d realize that this was a setup,” I remarked, feeling a bit ticked off.

“If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have let Sophia die.” Zion furrowed his brow.

Taken aback, I remained silent.

Zion was right.

“Thank goodness, Lisa is fine.” Zion glanced toward the ward.

“I looked into that guy, Simon Foley.

He’s been up to a lot of petty theft, but when it comes to murder, it’s unlikely.

Without solid evidence, we gotta cut him loose,” Zion said, looking apologetic.

“There’s just something off about him,” I murmured.

“He’s barely a teenager, but he seems way more mature than that, and…” I couldn’t explain the frightening aura that surrounded him, nor could I tell Zion that I was certain I’d seen him before my death.

But at this moment, I couldn’t even trust my own memories, especially given the semi- conscious state I was in before my death.

“There’s definitely something off about Simon.

I’ll keep my eye on him,” Zion said, giving me a quick glance.

“The doctor from the asylum where Dexter got knocked out confirmed that he’s got some serious mental illness, the dangerous kind.

“Dexter might go to extremes to hold onto what he wants, whether it’s things or people.

And right now, it seems like we’re dealing with more than one murderer, and it’s organized.

In fact, Dexter could be the ringleader, so we can’t completely rule him out.” I fell silent.

“If the evidence eventually points to Dexter being the mastermind, what would you do?” Zion asked me.

“I’m not sure…” I dodged the question.

I didn’t know what I’d do if Dexter turned out to be the mastermind behind everything.

Before, it was due to insufficient evidence.

But what if they managed to gather all the evidence?

“If Simon is truly one of the murderers, and Dexter has been secretly sheltering him, he wouldn’t be able to shake off our suspicion.” Zion looked at me, seemingly wanting to tell me more, yet hesitating at the same time.

I knew there were things that, as a cop, he couldn’t tell me, especially things regarding their investigation.

Even though there were numerous truths and evidence unknown to me, he still couldn’t disclose them.

But now that Zion had specifically brought up these matters, I started to feel uneasy.

Could there be actual evidence pointing to Dexter?

I nervously looked at Zion.

“Have you found something?” Zion remained silent for a while before speaking, “This case is a major concern for the higher€“ups, it’s a serial murder case, and with so many deaths… Our heads are all on the line.” I tightly clenched my hands, not knowing what Zion meant by this.

Would they just blame everything on Dexter if there was evidence that he was at the crime scene?

“Many people’s fate is hinging on this, so we can’t tolerate further loss of life.” Zion leaned against the door of the emergency exit.

He wanted to light a cigarette, but he gave after glancing at me.

He said, “Dexter was a victim back then, so he has sufficient motive to commit the crime.” “If he possessed a motive for the crime, he wouldn’t surrender himself.

He’s not that foolish!” I didn’t know why I was defending Dexter.

After all, he was the one I suspected the most too in the beginning.

I could tell that there were things that Zion was hesitating to tell me.

Yet, I wasn’t someone he could trust.

“Sofia, you should understand that you’re also one of the primary suspects we’re investigating.” Indeed, Zion must have thoroughly investigated me as well.

“Sofia, I hope… you’re not involved in this,” Zion sighed and looked at me meaningfully.

I instinctively looked at him.

They must have found something.

“Sofia?

Come with us for questioning,” the cops said when they arrived.

I was caught off guard, but I had seen this day coming.

After all, Sofia had been quietly funding those homeless orphans like Jean Chester.

And since Jean’s brother, Cyrus Chester, failed to assassinate Juliet, it would eventually drag me into the mess.

“Zion…” I whispered.

“Can I contact Dexter?

He’s waiting for me at home.”