Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: CHAPTER 218 Chapter 218: CHAPTER 218 Because they wouldn’t understand.

Dexter’s grip on my hand slowly tightened, and his eyes welled up slightly with tears.

He looked like he’d been wronged but was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

“Why should we be upset…

They’re not going to die,” he said.

“They’re only sad because they’re stupid,” he mumbled.

Damien furrowed his brows and turned to look at Dexter.

Zion’s gaze also violently snapped in our direction.

He tugged on Dexter’s wrist nervously and asked, “What do you mean?” “Joel…

won’t die.

He has his own ideas.

He just wants to test out his theory.” Dexter pulled his hand back.

Under everyone’s gaze, he looked at me nervously.

“Let’s go, Sophia.

I want to go home.” He didn’t want to explain, and he couldn’t be bothered to explain either.

I understood.

In the eyes of regular people, those with unusual personalities like me and Dexter were considered aliens.

Our mere existence felt alien.

Deep down, Dexter understood that Violette and Joel might still be alive.

However, he couldn’t explain as they weren’t on the same level of understanding.

Even if he did explain…

they might not even believe him.

They would only understand once we got out of here and saw them alive before us.

“Violette won’t die?” Zion asked nervously.

“Explain yourself, Dexter.” “If she’s innocent, then she won’t die.” Dexter looked at him.

“Are you confident that she is?” Zion knitted his brows together.

“She’s definitely innocent.” “There are only a few types of people that were taken here.

The ones responsible for the incident at the orphanage are all evil-none of them will get away with it.

“The rest are police.

You, Eason, and Violette are all considered witnesses.

As long as you’re not running head first into the gun barrel like some idiot…

the ones behind all of this won’t really harm you.” I lifted my head to look at the direction of the camera.

Then, I explained on Dexter’s behalf.

“Another type would be the ones behind all of this, or the ones controlling everything.” My gaze fell on Juliet.

“Take her, for example.

The fact that she’s still alive isn’t sheer luck.

It’s because she’s under Peter Jones’ protection.” “The masterminds didn’t orchestrate this horror game to kill anyone, they did it to taunt.

They want to taunt the people behind Juliet, the kidnappers, and the human traffickers.

Genome modification could involve countless of those involved in various crimes.” I continued, “At the same time, they also want to mock.

They’re revealing the truth bit by bit.

This way, they’re mocking the capabilities of so-called criminal experts like Eason.” I frowned and looked toward Eason.

The man in question opened his mouth and wanted to retort, but he lowered his head again sheepishly.

“I didn’t expect human traffickers to be involved with genetic crimes…” he said.

“Stupid,” Dexter added.

Eason gritted his teeth.

He was afraid of getting hit by Dexter, though.

Hence, he swallowed his annoyance.

“They just ended this game earlier than us.

They’re safer than we are at the moment.” I held onto Dexter’s hand tightly.

To be honest, before his explanation, I was also blinded by the tricks that the masterminds were using.

His words made me come to a sudden realization.

“What about Carol?” Damien asked.

“Isn’t she innocent as well?

We saw the chainsaw go through her stomach with our own eyes before she disappeared into the trap.” I froze and didn’t respond.

Carol…

was indeed not within my expectations.

“Carol is innocent,” Quinn choked out.

“She’s a good person.

She’s been protecting me all these years.” “In this building, all we can see is what the game makers want us to see,” Dexter said in a low voice.

Holding my hand, he made his way to the front.

“Move,” he said coldly as we passed by Damien.

Damien took a look at the spacious pathway.

His position wasn’t causing a blockage in any way.

Dexter obviously did it on purpose.

“Dexter Black!” he barked.

“Let’s go.” I tugged on Dexter’s arm resignedly.

“Why are you always picking on him?” “He just irks me,” Dexter grumbled in response.

I didn’t know what to do with him.

I had just taken a few steps forward when I heard a hiss from Damien.

“I’m hurt, Sophia.” He leaned on the wall.

He had also started putting on an act.

“He’s been shot!” Eason gaped after checking out the wound.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier!” “I didn’t feel it earlier.

The pain just kicked in.” Damien leaned against the wall.

Her eyes reddened, and Juliet said angrily, “Liar…

You only got hit by a stray bullet because you were trying to protect her!” She then shot me a nasty glare, as if telling me that I was nothing but trouble.

I looked at Damien as he lifted his head to return my gaze.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He leaned on the wall and repeatedly drew deep breaths because of the pain.

“Apply pressure to stop the blood.

Then, let’s just get out of here as soon as possible.” I wanted to go check on his wound, but Dexter was holding onto the corner of my shirt.

He looked at me with a pouty expression.

He didn’t want me to care for Damien.

To my surprise, I actually…

didn’t feel like doing so anymore.

“Ouch…” Juliet wanted to touch Damien’s wound, and he cried out in pain.

“Without Violette here, no one else has any medical knowledge.

You’ll have to endure the pain.” Eason patted him on the arm.

“Sophia, you minored in medicine.

Help me stop the blood.” He insisted that I tended to him.

I walked over and took a closer look at his wound.

“I thought you were going to die.

Turns out you’ve just been scraped by a stray bullet.” Dexter rolled his eyes.

He was still holding onto my shirt, and I practically had to drag him over.

Damien was trying to suppress his anger.

I felt like the pair would end up in a fight sooner or later.

“The wound is on your arm, and it’s not that deep.

You’ll live.” I walked over to tear off a piece of Juliet’s shirt to bandage his arm.

“What are you doing?” She stared at me in shock.

“Don’t you love him?

You should feel overjoyed that I’m using your clothes to dress his wound,” I said blankly, tying the fabric around Damien’s arm with more force than necessary.

Damien almost toppled over from the pain.

His eyes reddened, and he looked a bit hurt.

Furious, Juliet turned and walked off on her own.

Zion and Eason followed after her out of concern for her safety.

Quinn took a quick look around before going after them.

“Sophia…

I’m only keeping her around because I want to know the truth…” Damien pulled on my hand and tried to explain.

“Can you forgive me this once…” “No, she can’t!” Dexter swatted his hand away.

“You’re so shameless.” I had a feeling that if the marriage papers were in Dexter’s hands right now, he’d slap them on Damien’s face.

“Dexter Black!

Don’t push it.” Damien wanted to get physical with Dexter.

I promptly put my arms around Dexter.

“Get out of here.

Does this look like a place for brawling?” “You’re biased, Sophia.

You’re stopping me.” His acting was top-notch.

Even his eyes welled up with tears.

“I’m stopping you out of fear that you’ll beat him to death…” I sighed and tried to pull him away from the scene.

I didn’t know what was wrong with Damien either.

He remained glued to the floor.

Based on on the way he was acting, probably wouldn’t budge if I over and drag him with me.

“Are you coming or not?” I turned around and asked.

“Sophia…

you still love me, right?” Damien asked softly.

“No,” I replied bluntly.

“I don’t believe you,” he refused.

“I don’t you don’t.” I walked off, pulling Dexter along.

“Live, want to leave.” That method worked wonders.

Damien then swiftly caught up with us.

Dexter looked at him tauntingly, as if mocking him for not knowing his place.

“Do you love him then, Sophia?” Damien asked on purpose.

I paused.

How…

did love feel like again?

At the moment, I only knew of pain and despair.

The concept of love was very foreign.

I only knew that I wanted to protect Dexter.

I knew that…

I had started to rely on him.

I gravitated toward him unconsciously and didn’t want to let him out of my sight.

“She loves me!” Dexter answered for me.

“Are you high?

We’re legally married.” Dexter looked at Damien like he was an idiot.

Damien drew a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Divorce is always an option.” “We’re not getting a divorce!” The pair started arguing.

They were both frankly quite immature.

I retracted my wrist from Dexter’s hand and swiftly marched toward Zion and the rest.

Damien and Dexter were still arguing at the back.

Some bickering was kind of nice as well…

The atmosphere didn’t seem as tense anymore.

“Is this the 13th floor?” Zion looked at the solid wall in front of us and patted it.

“They’re not going to let us in?”