Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I remained silent. But up until this moment, I still chose to believe in Dexter.

After all, it didn’t make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didn’t care about.

"Sophia... it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t invited you out, I wouldn’t have gotten injured. He’s a bad guy." Dexter said while hugging me.

Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, "Don’t go out alone with him again, alright?"

"Alright." I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment.

"Dexter Black, it’s such a shame that you’re not working as an actor..." Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, "Fucking lunatic!"

Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.

"Sophia, he’s being mean to me. Doctor, I think he’s suffering from mania," Dexter said plaintively.

The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. "Sir, you’ll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave."

I was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. "Yeah. If there’s nothing else, you may leave"

Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Dexter and said, "Fine! Act your heart out seeing as you’re so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point."

With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.

It was obvious that they weren’t leveled on the same playing field.

"Sophia... it hurts a lot," Dexter suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.

I looked at the doctor nervously and said, "Hey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? He’s really scared of pain."

The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.

"Look, I haven’t even touched him yet. Furthermore, didn’t the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldn’t be feeling any pain now," he said.

I remained silent. But up until this moment, I still chose to believe in Dexter.

After all, it didn’t make sense for someone to risk their life to protect someone they didn’t care about.

"Sophia... it hurts so much. This is all his fault. If he hadn’t invited you out, I wouldn’t have gotten injured. He’s a bad guy," Dexter said while hugging me.

Then, he looked at Eason and warned me, "Don’t go out alone with him again, alright?"

"Alright." I nodded. I had to agree with him at this moment.

"Dexter Black, it’s such a shame that you’re not working as an actor..." Eason said through gritted teeth. He cursed, "Fucking lunatic!"

Eason then kicked the trash can at the door out of frustration.

"Sophia, he’s being mean to me. Doctor, I think he’s suffering from mania, Dexter said plaintively.

The doctor frowned and looked at Eason. "Sir, you’ll have to pay for damaging hospital property. If you have no other business here, please leave."

I was also starting to get annoyed with Eason. "Yeah. If there’s nothing else, you may leave."

Eason opened his mouth, as if he had meant to say something. In the end, he could only point angrily at Dexter and said, "Fine! Act your heart out seeing as you’re so good at it. You might as well win an award at this point."

With that, Eason spun on his heel and left.

It was obvious that they weren’t leveled on the same playing field.

"Sophia... it hurts a lot," Dexter suddenly let out a fearful shriek and hugged me.

I looked at the doctor nervously and said, "Hey, Doc. Can you be a little gentler? He’s really scared of pain."

The doctor pushed his glasses up and paused for a moment with the cotton ball still in his hand.

"Look, I haven’t even touched him yet. Furthermore, didn’t the nurse already administer the anesthesia? He shouldn’t be feeling any pain now," he said.

The doctor hadn’t even touched him yet and Dexter was already screaming bloody murder

I smiled awkwardly and apologized to the doctor.

"Fortunately, the wound isn’t very deep. After he gets stitched up, he’ll need to get hooked up on some IV drips for a few days," the doctor said while stitching Dexter’s wound.

"Make sure his wound doesn’t make any contact with water for a while. Just wipe away the blood stains on his body," he continued.

I nodded earnestly in reply.

Dexter pressed himself against me and sobbed softly.

"It hurts a lot, huh?" I asked in a soft tone, feeling my heart ache for him.

Dexter’s eyes were red–rimmed. "Sophia, I’m really thirsty."

"You’ve lost a lot of blood. You can’t drink too much water at once. I’ll give him some

glucose solution to drink. Can you go get it from the pharmacy?" He can have a bit of that first, the doctor instructed me.

I nodded and quickly got up. "Alright, wait for me here. I’m going to go buy it for you."

Dexter nodded.

I ran out of the doctor’s room and had almost reached the pharmacy on the first floor when

I realized I had left my phone behind in my haste.

I hurried back to grab it, but there were too many people waiting to use the elevator. As such, I had to take the stairs through the emergency exit.

Dexter was on the third floor. Just as I reached the second floor, I heard a loud thud followed by a terrified scream.

I paused for a moment, wondering if someone had fallen down the stairs.

Just as I was about to head upstairs to check, I saw Dexter.

He was holding a bat and was walking down the steps with an indifferent expression on his face.

He was approaching the man who was lying bruised and battered on the ground. Then,Dexter mercilessly struck the man with the bat.

Dexter’s expression was chillingly cold.

Due to the blood loss, his face was pale. His eyes looked as if they had darkened significantly too.

"Please spare me! Mr. Black Senior was the one who asked me to keep a close eye on you and Ms. Sophia. He wanted me to get rid of the baby growing in her womb. I haven’t done anything yet, okay? I haven’t even touched her! Please, let me go!" the man begged for mercy as he kneeled on the floor.

I stood frozen in shock. I couldn’t believe that it was Dexter. I thought my eyes must have deceived me.

Dexter had just been crying from the pain of getting stitches just moments ago.

"But you thought about laying a finger on her. That means you deserve to die," Dexter said.

Then, he raised the bat in his hand. His eyes were filled with cold, murderous intent.

I had a feeling that he was really going to kill that man.

"Dexter?" I called out Dexter’s name softly. I was worried that I was mistaken.

Dexter’s body visibly stiffened at that moment. His back was facing me. I couldn’t see the expression on his face, but his silhouette from the back looked dark and intimidating.

He dropped the bat in his hand and turned around to face me. His eyes were wet with tears as he said, "Sophia... I’m so scared. This man was following me, and he even tried to hit me..."

After saying that, Dexter suddenly dropped into a crouch on the ground in a panic. His face.

I was stained with the stranger’s blood. His expression looked innocent and pitiful.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight. I told myself that everything I saw just now must have been my imagination.

The bloody man lying on the floor must have provoked Dexter. That was probably what caused Dexter to lose control of himself and retaliate violently.

"Don’t be scared. It’s alright..." I said as I hurriedly ran over to hug him.

The man who had just fallen down the stairs looked shocked. He had an incredulous look on his face as he stared at Dexter. It looked as if he had just seen a monster. The man got up and tried to run away.

When the nurse couldn’t find Dexter, she pushed open the emergency door and saw the man covered in blood. "What’s going on?"

Dexter glanced back and shot the bloody man a look. The man began to panic and said, "I fell down the stairs just now. I injured myself."

After saying that, the man pushed the nurse aside and ran away.

The nurse did not pay the man much attention. Instead, she looked at Dexter and said, " You need to get some IV fluids in you. Why’d you run off?"

Dexter hugged me and looked at me with aggrieved eyes. "Sophia, I’m not thirsty anymore. I’m really scared. Please don’t leave me."

Dexter trembled in my arms. I hugged him tighter, feeling guilty. "I’m not going to leave you. Mr. Bart will be here very soon. I’ll get him to go to the pharmacy instead. I’ll stay with you."

Dexter nodded obediently. "Good. Sophia, you have to stay with me forever. Don’t leave me ever again."

I nodded. "I won’t."

After I managed to coax Dexter back to the ward, I went to wash a towel in the bathroom

for him. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard Dexter whispering to the nurse,

He seemed to be in a rather good mood. He was on his best behavior and even smiled at the nurse. "Miss, you’re so gentle," he said.

The nurse almost lost herself in his praise. "Who knew a handsome young lad like you would be this good at flattering women?"

"Could you please tell my wife that I can’t get out of bed because of my wound? Tell her that she has to take good care of me," Dexter asked in a polite tone.

The nurse was delighted by how sweet of a talker Dexter was and nodded earnestly. "No problem."

Then, the nurse turned to me and said, "The patient’s wound has just been stitched up. He shouldn’t get out of bed or move around too much these couple of days."

I still hadn’t figured out what Dexter was up to at this moment.

When Ewan finally dropped by with the glucose solution from the pharmacy, he brought along some chicken soup and a honeycomb cake. Dexter began to urge him to leave quickly.

"Mr. Bart, I think you can head home now," Dexter said.

"Sir, your health is my top priority now," Ewan said with concern.

Dexter replied, "Well, I think family reunions are more important than I am. I don’t want to take up your personal time with family, Mr. Bart."

Ewan glanced at Dexter for a moment and was reminded that his boss didn’t have his real family with him.

The only reason Dexter had become Ignatius’ confidant was because he was an orphan. Dexter had no family background, no ambition, and no family.

Ewan glanced over at me awkwardly and said, "Well, then I suppose I’ll take my leave now. Mrs. Black, thank you for looking after him."

Dexter nodded obediently. "Good. Stephle, you have to stay with me forever. Don’t leave. me ever again,"

I nodded. "I won’t."

After I managed to coax Dexter back to the ward, I went to wash a towel in the bathroom for him. Just as I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard Dexter whispering to the nurse.

He seemed to be in a rather good mood. He was on his best behavior and even smiled at the nurse. "Miss, you’re so gentle," he said.

The nurse almost lost herself in his praise. "Who knew a handsome young lad like you. would be this good at flattering women?"

"Could you please tell my wife that I can’t get out of bed because of my wound? Tell her that she has to take good care of me," Dexter asked in a polite tone.

The nurse was delighted by how sweet of a talker Dexter was and nodded earnestly. "No problem."

Then, the nurse turned to me and said, "The patient’s wound has just been stitched up. He shouldn’t get out of bed or move around too much these couple of days."

I still hadn’t figured out what Dexter was up to at this moment.

When Ewan finally dropped by with the glucose solution from the pharmacy, he brought along some chicken soup and a honeycomb cake. Dexter began to urge him to leave. quickly.

"Mr. Bart, I think you can head home now," Dexter said.

"Sir, your health is my top priority now," Ewan said with concern.

Dexter replied, "Well, I think family reunions are more important than I am. I don’t want to take up your personal time with family, Mr. Bart."

Ewan glanced at Dexter for a moment and was reminded that his boss didn’t have his real family with him.

The only reason Dexter had become Ignatius’ confidant was because he was an orphan. Dexter had no family background, no ambition, and no family.

Ewan glanced over at me awkwardly and said, "Well, then I suppose I’ll take my leave now. Mrs. Black, thank you for looking after him."

I nodded. "Of course,"

Just as Ewan reached the door, he seemed to have recalled something.

"Oh, I just remembered. The police sent us a message. They’re saying that Mrs. Black’s killer has confessed. It was found that Brad Steele, a confidant of Mr. Dax, gave the instructions to the killer. The killer has been arrested, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about Mr. Black Senior or Mr. Dax."

Dexter fell silent for a short while. Then, he said in an innocent tone, "Mr. Bart, can you have someone help me deal with the weeds in the backyard? I’m worried they’ll stump the flowers from growing if we don’t have them dealt with soon."

Ewan sucked in a deep breath at that. "Of course, sir."

Shortly after Ewan left, Dexter looked at me pitifully and said, "Sophia the doctor won’t let me get out of bed."

"It’s alright. Just bear with it for now. Stay in bed in the meantime and I’ll get you whatever you need," I said.

I still hadn’t sensed what dastardly plans he had up his sleeves.

"Sophia, I need to pee.

I didn’t know how to react. I wondered if it’d be a better idea to let him suffer a full bladder.