Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I glanced at Violette helplessly. "A bad thing never dies. Is Juliet finally gone? If she passes away, I’ll celebrate with fireworks."

Violette stood upstairs, letting out a sigh. "Besides acting, what other skills does she possess? She’s exceptionally intelligent. She desires to consistently keep Damien indebted to her."

Sure enough, even Violette could see through Juliet.

Zion and Violette descended the stairs, and we proceeded to the hospital together. Zion appeared with an unshaven face, giving off an air of slight disarray

Violette complained softly, I think you look more like a homeless man than Dexter does, but you’re not as good–looking as Dexter."

Zion glared at Violette. ’How rude!"

With a smile on her face, Violette hopped into Zion’s car.

Damien was finally conscious, and his words were crucial for advancing this case. They had to uncover the events leading to his stabbing, determine what transpired, and establish if Simon was the perpetrator. Obtaining his testimony was of utmost importance.

A few of us hurried upstairs, but we were prevented from entering the ward. Phil raised the cordon and looked at Zion in embarrassment. "Officer Landon, the new officer is here. He’s instructed us to prevent anyone else from accessing the area.

It was clear that the new officer had anticipated Zion’s arrival, with the rest of us merely being the anyone else he referred to.

"Eason?" Zion frowned and stormed in with frustration. "I want to find out what happened that night."

In the ward, a man in a black suit was standing with his back to the door. When Zion entered, he didn’t even look back. In a stern tone, he stated, "Officer Landon, due to your unprofessional behavior, you are no longer in charge of this case."

Zion’s face contorted into a deep frown as he tightly clenched his fists.

Although the man didn’t look back, I could already sense his profound arrogance, as if he held himself above everyone else.

While traveling here, I looked up Eason on Google, who was previously known as Hudson but later changed his name to Eason. He achieved third place in the exam for the advanced class. He joined the advanced class at the age of 15, which was one year older than Dexter and Simeon.

Dexter discovered the errors and inaccuracies of the question maker in the mathematics competition questions. He went above and beyond by providing answers from both approaches, resulting in him receiving an extra six points.

On the other hand, if Simeon had presented his answers with more elegant handwriting, he would have achieved the same score as Dexter. Unfortunately, due to his extremely messy handwriting. six points were deducted from Simeon’s final score.

As for Eason, he scored 367 points. This should be the difference that Dexter mentioned.

The entrance exam for the advanced class was quite challenging, with a total of 700 points. Despite the challenging nature of the test, a minimum score of 300 points was all that was required to qualify.

Nevertheless, given the vast number of children participating nationwide, only 14 managed to surpass the 300–point threshold.

Furthermore, it was even more astounding to discover the significant disparity between the scores of third place and those of first and second place. That was also why Double Stars Welfare

Home gained nationwide recognition, as it had nurtured two extraordinary geniuses.

The presence of Dexter and Simeon made the other 12 Individuals in the advanced class appear as foils.

"Damien, what happened that day?" Zion had been heavily drinking these days as his mental state was truly shattered.

Despite Simeon’s deliberate attempts to provoke Zion into seeking death, Zion remained determined to uncover the truth.

"The victim has just woken up. He can’t provide many details at the moment. You should be able to see that, Officer Landon. After all, you’re a top graduate from the police academy," Eason said coldly, his words dripping with disdain.

I stood at the door, feeling that he was very unapproachable just by looking at his back.

"I’m deeply concerned about your low IQ, Officer Landon. You attacked the criminal suspect and killed the only clue just because you were provoked." Eason was irritating Zion.

Zion tightly gripped his hands, ready to spring into action.

"Do you have a high IQ? Are you deliberately trying to give the impression that you’re intelligent by dressing as if you are attending a funeral?" Dexter asked at the door.

Violette and I were left speechless with astonishment. Dexter was so composed and confident while criticizing others.

Eason’s body momentarily tensed, but then he turned to face Dexter and broke into a sudden smile. "Oh? Aren’t you... my old classmate? Have you finally been released from the asylum? It seems you still lack basic manners.

"It appears your parents’ negligence in not keeping you on a leash continues to endanger others."

Eason and Dexter were extremely hostile toward each other.

He mentioned Dexter’s parents intentionally to provoke Dexter. It was common knowledge that Dexter’s father passed away in a car accident, and his mother’s fate remained a mystery. She abandoned him at the orphanage’s doorstep when he was just a child.

"Sir, you speak eloquently. Did you grow up independently?" I furrowed my brows, observing his discourteous behavior. Had he not been raised with any guidance on proper etiquette?

Eason’s eyes grew darker as he fixed a penetrating gaze upon me. After a considerable amount of time, a burst of laughter came from him. "Dexter, you haven’t changed a bit. You still have that obsession with collecting..."

He was likely mocking me for resembling Sophia.

"Get out..." Lying on the hospital bed, Damien’s complexion was ashen as he requested for everyone to leave the ward.

Eason turned to Damien, saying, "Mr. Coleman, rest well. I’ll return when your injury has improved."

As Eason exited the ward, he purposefully halted right in front of me. "You know, you and Sophia do look very similar."

He believed that this sentence would provoke me and was clearly doing so intentionally. What he didn’t realize was that I was Sophia.

I frowned. "Do you know Sophia?"

Eason was a classmate of Dexter in the advanced class. I had completely forgotten... By now, I had realized that the memories I lost revolved around Dexter. I had completely forgotten about Dexter and his group of friends.

"Of course... Everyone in our dormitory knows Sophia. After all, he was always hugging the photo of Sophia while sleeping." Eason’s gaze settled on Dexter.

"Regrettably, they tore the photo into pieces, which was really unfortunate. It’s considered bad luck to do that, isn’t it? I heard that Sophia passed away..."

Once again, Eason reminded me, "Avoid repeating the same mistake she made."

Eason’s behavior had finally triggered Dexter, who had been bottling up his anger. He stormed up and pushed Eason against the wall. He glared at Eason. "You’re going to die."

Eason sneered. "Am I also a target for revenge in the serial murder case? Okay... Then I’ll wait. Let me see if you, an absolute genius who entered the advanced class with the perfect score, can kill me."

With a firm push, Dexter brushed off any wrinkles from his clothes and confidently strode away.

I stared in disbelief at the note crumpled in my hand. Eason had secretly slipped it to me after intentionally provoking Dexter. What could be the hidden message he was trying to convey?

"That night, I was hiding in the dark, trying to see if Juliet could lure out the murderer. Out of nowhere, Simmie appeared and wanted to kill Juliet. I stepped forward to stop him and was stabbed by him," Damien eventually replied so that Zion would know. He believed more in Zion than the unfamiliar officer.

"Damien..." Just as Zion was about to say something, he heard Juliet crying. Her wrist was bandaged in gauze, and with Lisa’ support, she entered the ward.

"Damien, Juliet’s a good woman. She attempted suicide for you. Thankfully, I discovered it on time." Lisa sighed and continued, "Now that Sophia is gone, we have to find a way to move forward. I won’t force you anymore. If you want to take care of Juliet, just marry her.

Juliet was very smart. She took her own life to gain Lisa’ acceptance. Damien glanced at me, his eyes betraying a hint of panic. "Sophia..."