Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 159

Chapter 159: CHAPTER 159 Chapter 159: CHAPTER 159 I quickly hid under the bed, watching the person who came in….

It was the caretaker.

From the way Peter and Juliet could walk around the Coleman family so freely, it could be seen that there was something wrong with this caretaker.

The caretaker’s name was Angel Ewing.

She had been taking care of Damien and me ever since I came to the Coleman family.

We called her Angel.

She was 48 years old this year.

She dressed plainly every day without much makeup, making her look somewhat old.

But it was not difficult to see that her facial features were still delicate.

She must have been a beauty when she was young.

Angel had a gentle personality and was also intelligent.

She never talked much, but Lisa trusted her very much, so she let her take care of me and Damien.

I hid under the bed and watched quietly.

Angel slowly walked to the bedside and silently looked at Damien, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Frowning, I hid cautiously.

A caretaker sneaking into the master’s room in the middle of the night and staring at him so strangely was chilling to even think about.

“Angel, why are you still awake in the middle of the night?

You scared me half to death!” Juliet walked into the room and was startled by Angel.

The room was dim.

Angel standing by the bed was indeed a bit scary.

“Those drugs… Are they really not harmful to Mr.

Coleman’s health?” Angel asked in a low voice.

“After Sophia’s death, Damien was deeply affected.

He has a tendency to fall into depression.

He would’ve committed suicide if it weren’t for you…” Juliet sighed.

“We’re doing this for his own good.” Angel nodded.

“That’s good.

I’m just worried about Mr.

Coleman.

Ms.

Turner, you should rest early too.” Angel turned to leave the room, but she stopped at the door.

I didn’t know if it was my illusion, but I felt that Angel was looking in my direction…..

I clenched my fingers and took a deep breath, not daring to make a sound.

I felt that of all the people in the Coleman family, I couldn’t see through any of them anymore.

On the contrary, Damien, whom I once couldn’t understand, had become the easiest to see through… “Damien, don’t blame me.

You were the one who provoked me first.

You asked for my help to get rid of Sophia.

You said that she was always clinging to you.

I helped you, so you have to help me too.” Juliet sat by the bed, gently touching Damien’s face.

“Damien, I really love you…” “You know what?

I’m jealous of Sophia.

Why can she get your mother’s approval, but I can’t?

Am I worse than her?

If it weren’t for your mother’s disapproval, we might have gotten engaged and married a long time ago.

“If we were married, I wouldn’t have had to go to such lengths.

I was violated because of you.

Now, I’m pregnant.

This is what you owe me, and you will always owe me.” Juliet’s voice turned from hoarse to hateful.

Frowning, I held my breath under the bed, afraid that Juliet would discover me.

No wonder Damien wanted to keep Juliet by his side.

It was not only because he owed her his life but it was also out of guilt.

Damien said Juliet’s child wasn’t his, so there had to be a story between them… “Damien, you can only be mine.

I don’t care if Sofia is a real ghost or a fake her live any longer.” Juliet gritted her teeth.

She wanted to get rid of me because she felt guilty.

She was planning something big with Peter, and I was an obstacle.

“Have a good sleep.

Soon after, I’ll be living by your side as Sophia.” Juliet laughed and got up to leave.

After making sure Juliet had left, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Crawling out from under the bed, I glanced at Damien… I used to think he was high and mighty, but he had always been manipulated.

He was quite pitiful.

“Oh, Damien… Take good care of yourself.” I shook my head and turned to leave.

When I quietly closed the door, I thought I saw Damien move, but I wasn’t sure if I had seen it wrong.

Was he pretending to sleep?

After returning to my room, I continued to browse through my parents’ accounts.

“Sophia has been diagnosed.

Peter said it’s Asperger’s syndrome, a type of autism spectrum disorder.

I don’t know why my child is like this.

I just hope she can grow up healthy and happy.” When I was five years old, my parents said I was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome.

My only understanding of this condition was that it was characterized by social isolation and high IQ.

I scratched my head.

Could it be that I was just socially isolated?

My IQ… was just average.

During my college entrance exam, I was just an ordinary good student even though I studied until midnight.

I was still far from a genius like Dexter.

“Today is Sophia’s first time being hospitalized for treatment.

Peter said Sophia’s condition isn’t severe.

She can live a normal life like else with proper treatment.” “Today is Sophia’s second time being hospitalized for treatment.

Peter said Sophia is getting better and is starting to play games with other kids.” “Today is Sophia’s third time being hospitalized for treatment.

Peter said Sophia’s condition has worsened.” “Today, Georgie ran away from home.

We searched for a long time before finding out that it had sneaked into the psychiatric hospital to look for Sophia.” “Georgie hasn’t been eating or drinking since returning home.

It’s been lying at the door, looking sad.

I know it’s waiting for Sophia.” The photo was taken by my mother.

Georgie was lying at the door with its head down, looking lonely.

My heart ached as I gently touched the photo with my fingers, wanting to touch Georgie.

I had no memories of Georgie, but seeing his photo still brought tears to my eyes.

“Peter said Sophia can return to a normal life now.

We can take her home.

I’m so happy.

I cried all night yesterday.

We can finally bring Sophia home.” According to the diary, I went to Peter for treatment three times.

The final hospitalization lasted half a year, and the entire treatment process took a whole year.

What did Peter do to me during that year?

Why couldn’t I remember anything?

It was like that part of my memory had been wiped clean from my mind.

I couldn’t remember a single thing… “Sophia and Georgie.” After completing my first treatment at the psychiatric hospital, Georgie was still alive.

I successfully entered kindergarten.

Although I was a bit socially isolated, I could still live a normal life with my friends and teachers.

When I was eight years old, the same year I met Dexter, I was admitted to the psychiatric hospital once again.

The reason was that I stabbed a child at the orphanage.

It was not fatal, but everyone was terrified.

According to the diary, I killed a chicken at the orphanage… I rubbed my eyebrows, feeling a headache coming on as I looked at my mother’s diary entries about me.

Was I so reckless as a child?

Why would I kill a chicken?

The scariest thing was that looking at these entries made me feel like I was looking at someone else’s life.

It was like the memories from that period didn’t belong to me at all.

Who was I before I lost my memory?

Damien was wary and afraid of me, yet he said he loved me… The person Dexter was obsessed with, protected, and loved was also the me of that time… Was I really much better back then than I was now?

I was lying despondently in bed.

I stared at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

Strangely enough, I felt a bit jealous of myself.

Although I didn’t know why I lost my memories, I found myself jealous of the version of me who still had those memories.

“Ms.

Sophia, it’s time for breakfast.” Around 7:30 am, Angel came and knocked on the door.

I didn’t respond to her.

After another half hour, Angel came again.

“Ms.

Sophia, it’s time for breakfast.” I reluctantly opened the door, only to see Damien standing outside.

“Sophia, come downstairs for breakfast.” He was about to knock on the door, but he was relieved when he saw me open it.

“Did you sleep well last night?” I looked at Angel warily and asked Damien, “Did you sleep well last night?” Angel subconsciously glanced at me.

Out of Damien’s sight, she made a hush gesture and gently shook her head.

I was stunned for a moment, my body stiffening.

What did she mean?

Did she discover me in Damien’s room last night?