Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: CHAPTER 184 Chapter 184: CHAPTER 184 However, the fire wasn’t my fault.

I sighed and asked quietly, “Dexter, why don’t you let Ewan take her away?

After all, she is Simmy’s sister.” “She refused,” Dexter replied, taking my hand and leading me away.

As we walked, he explained that Carol had disagreed.

“This is Simmy and her home.

She’s guarding it and refuses to leave.

No one can take her away.

She’ll go crazy,” he explained in a low voice.

“But we can’t allow her to engage in this type of business.” I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of cruelty.

“Each person has their own choice and way of surviving, and she has her own.” Dexter couldn’t wait to take me away, to keep me out of there.

“Ah!

Help!” Suddenly, chaotic sounds emanated from the room next to Carol, followed by a woman’s cry for help.

I was momentarily stunned and turned to Dexter.

“Is there any danger?

Shall we take a look?” Dexter kicked the door.

“What happened?” The woman inside the room appeared to be desperately attempting to open the door and escape.

However, the man kept cursing, “Bitch!

Where are you going?

Give me the money!” Dexter frowned and was about to leave with me when Carol suddenly dashed out and forcefully slammed the door.

“Stop hurting her!

Stop!” I couldn’t bear watching Carol cry and bang on the door, so I eventually kicked it hard.

The iron door wobbled so hard that the lock got crooked from a kick.

Since I couldn’t kick the door open, Dexter gave it a hard kick and the door finally budged.

The man inside was naked.

Dexter immediately covered my eyes.

The man exclaimed angrily, “What the hell are you doing?

This is my wife.” A woman crawled out, her body covered in wounds.

Tears streaming down her face as she sought refuge behind Carol.

“Carol, please save me.” Carol comforted her in a panic, saying, “It’s okay, you’re fine now.” Without hesitation, Carol summoned all her courage to confront the man.

“Callum Cooper, you bastard!

How dare you hit your wife?

You are nothing but a heartless monster.” For an instant, my body tensed up.

I promptly moved Dexter’s hand off me and directed my gaze toward the man.

Callum Cooper?

He was also one of the students at the orphanage.

His sequence of the serial number of the welfare home was right after Juliet.

In short, after Juliet passed away, it was now Callum’s turn.

Callum was also a key target for Zion’s protection and surveillance.

What a coincidence that he also lived here!

“Is he also one of the students at the orphanage?” I asked Dexter quietly.

Dexter stood there with a look of rage and murderous intent.

His hands were clenched, and his entire body was shaking with hatred.

“Are you out of your mind?

It’s none of your business when I beat my wife.

You’re responsible for the broken door, so you have to pay for it!” The man briskly adjusted his trousers, dressed in a delivery uniform.

He was cursing and swearing.

Dexter rushed forward, delivering a powerful punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

Then, he kicked Callum hard in the abdomen.

“Dexter…” I did not stop him.

Maybe Dexter would feel better after beating him and letting out his anger.

After all, this scoundrel seemed to deserve it.

“Does it hurt?” Dexter asked in a hoarse voice.

He forcefully yanked Callum’s hair and slammed him back onto the ground.

“I’m asking you.

Does it hurt?” When Dexter was attacking someone, his presence was so terrifying that it captivated everyone’s gaze.

At this time, he seemed to have unleashed his true nature.

He was as fierce as a person emerging from hell.

Callum’s eyes were swollen, but when he saw Dexter clearly, he smiled.

“Lunatic…

It’s you.

Of course, it hurts.” “Then enjoy it.” Dexter kicked Callum again.

In a fit of pain, Callum writhed on the ground, his laughter filled with madness.

“Dexter, that fire should have consumed you…

Monsters like you and Simmy shouldn’t exist in this world.” “Haha…” He was still chuckling, provoking Dexter.

While I wasn’t aware if he had provoked Dexter, it was undeniably true that he had provoked me.

My head was in so much pain that I instinctively moved forward and delivered a forceful blow to Callum’s face.

“Trash like you have no place in this world.

You deserve to die…

And after Juliet is gone, it will be your turn.

Just you wait…” Callum looked at me, his initial mockery slowly transforming into horror.

“Sophia Milford…” The fact that he shouted the name Sophia Milford indicated that he knew me and would be frightened upon seeing me.

“You’re alive…” Callum dodged in fear and abruptly became frantic.

Then, he pushed me aside before getting up and fleeing.

I regained my composure and glanced at Dexter.

“He appeared to be scared of me.” Dexter held my hand and whispered, “He mistook someone else.

Let’s head back.” “Thank you all.” Callum’s wife expressed her gratitude despite being covered in wounds and with blood at the corner of her mouth.

“He is abusive.

You can contact the police or leave him by getting a divorce.” I whispered, not wanting to intervene further.

Then, I turned around and left with Dexter.

“When you reach your breaking point, you don’t have to endure it any longer.” I vaguely heard Carol say this behind me.

When I turned around, she was still standing there foolishly, comforting the woman who had suffered from domestic abuse.

I followed Dexter, feeling puzzled by his attitude towards Carol.

“Carol is Simmy’s sister, right?

You can obviously help her out of trouble even if she doesn’t agree.” “Everyone has their own life, and we shouldn’t interfere forcefully,” he replied with a stern expression.

I furrowed my brow, struggling to comprehend.

“I have repeatedly asked Austin to give her the money, but she refuses.

I have even attempted to bring her away forcefully and arranged for her to start a new and better life elsewhere.

Despite my efforts, she could always find a way to escape.

She insists on staying here and working, believing that she should be compensated for her labor…” Dexter looked upset.

He had helped Carol many times.

It was Carol who insisted on embracing her current life.

I was shocked and remained silent.

On the way back with Dexter, I couldn’t help but gaze out the window, my mind consumed by the diary left behind by my mother.

In it, she expressed concern about Dexter’s violent tendencies and the abuse I endured at his hands.

“When I was 18 years old, I disappeared for a while.

Did you take me away?

Is it true that you imprisoned me and abused me?” I asked in a low voice.

Dexter glanced at me knowingly, aware that I had read the diary.

He gradually tightened his grip on my hand while speaking softly.

“If I deny it, will you believe me?” “Who is that, then?” I asked this question with complete trust in his response.

I simply wanted him to explain.

However, he once again averted his gaze and chose to escape.

This indicated a cover-up…

“You still want to protect him?” I laughed bitterly and forcefully pulled my hand away from Dexter’s grip.

The photo captured a harrowing scene where I was on the brink of torture and death, my hands bound tightly in chains.

I had no idea what I was experiencing back then.

However, what set apart the person who abused me from the murderer who took my life?

Dexter defended the murderer, and now he wanted to shield the individual who had previously caused harm to me.

“Sophia…” Dexter reached out to hold my hand once more, yet I purposely evaded his touch.

“I’m a bit tired.” The car pulled up to the door of the villa.

I got out of the car and wanted to go home.

After walking a few steps, I spotted Damien.

Juliet’s disappearance left Damien quiet for a few days, but then he suddenly reappeared.

Damien reached out and grabbed my wrist.

He said confidently, “Sophia, I found Ms.

Clark.” I was surprised and glanced up at him.

Amanda Clark, a nanny who took care of me at home back then.

She was also someone who remained in my memory.

In my recollection, she was the one who began looking after me when I was ten years old.

Following my parents’ death in a car accident, I could no longer afford to pay her salary, so I had to let her go.

Afterward, I was taken to the Ford residence.

“She can prove that he was the one who kidnapped and tortured you.” Damien lowered his voice.

This time, he appeared confident that he could take me away.

I turned to look at Dexter and felt extremely uneasy.

Dexter’s expression was not very favorable.

It was clear that he did not approve of my leaving with Damien.

Nevertheless, I remained determined to give it a shot.

“Tell me who kidnapped me and hurt me before.”