Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Sophia- Damien anxiously wanted to take me away, saying, "They’ve already called the police, you should leave with me for now. I’ll come up with a plan."

Juliet started screaming in the crowd. She was deliberately exaggerating the situation. She then looked at Damien nervously, asking, "Damien, what–Who killed this man?"

Damien frowned and said, "He’s not dead yet."

"What’s going on, Damien? Did Sofia-" Juliet purposely looked at me and was horrified by the blood on me. "You’ve gone overboard, Sofia! What should we do now? You would be sentenced for intentional murder!"

Damien’s face was pale. He refused to let go of my wrist as he said, "Just come with me for now. I’ll find ways to bail you out."

"You must be crazy." Joel walked over and pushed through Damien’s hand that was on mine. He then said, "Even a high schooler like me knew that there’s no guilt in justifiable self–defense!"

"But she had gone overboard, this is excessive self–defense!" Juliet covered her mouth on purpose before saying, "Everyone had seen it."

"Why are you still blabbering away then if everyone had seen it?" Joel scolded Juliet. "You look like you’re asking to receive the brunt of excessive self–defense yourself!"

Joel yanked the car door open and pushed me into the car irregardless. "He had smashed the car window, pulled her out, took out a knife and attempted to kill her. There shouldn’t be any issue if she took over his knife and stabbed him a few times to stop him from committing more crimes."

The police and ambulance came soon after. Those people from the Black family were probably hoping that the man would just die like that. They could’ve charged me for excessive self–defense if that really happened.

Unfortunately, he was only bleeding and gut frightened. He was not in any life–threatening danger.

The doctor and nurses examined his wounds and drew in a sharp breath. "Ten stab wounds, and each of them avoided the vital organs. The wounds aren’t deep either, it’s probably just minor injuries."

The man, who was pale from terror, was lifted onto the ambulance. I wasn’t sure if his injuries were fatal or not, but it surely terrified him to death.

"How amazing." A familiar voice sounded from outside the car door, Easob was leaning against the car, teasing her. He had probably come along responding to the calls

"How did you manage to avoid all his vital organs with each stab? Your moves were clean and efficient," Eason asked, looking suspiciously at me. He knocked his gloved hand on the car door, and I knew that he was interrogating me.

"I don’t know-"I really didn’t know what I was doing earlier. My brain was blank.

"There was a case many years ago, where a youth was stabbed in an orphanage. His wounds weren’t deep and each stab wasn’t fatal. The youth was not in life–threatening danger, but he went insane out of fear once he regained consciousness.

"Try guessing who was the one who stabbed that youth to the point of sending him to insanity back then?" Eason asked, looking at me with a scrutinizing gaze.

It was as if he was trying to see through me. I subconsciously averted his gaze as I replied, "I don’t know."

"That perpetrator’s name was Sophia Milford," Eason said, his voice deep.

My body froze and I looked toward him subconsciously. Was it me? I couldn’t recall anything at all.

"Please come with us, Ms. Miller," he said, asking me to get out of the car.

"That was justifiable self–defense, how could you- Joel was about to stop Eason, but was pulled back by Ewan.

"No matter what the situation was, she has to assist in the police investigation," Eason said indifferently, casting a warning gaze at Joel.

My knees were weak as I got out of the car. Eason took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the blood from my cheek with a smile.

I hissed in pain. That was when my cheeks were scraped by the shards of glass. Eason laughed before ushering me into the police car.

"You can’t let her off! She’s a murderer!" the women from before were still screaming.

Eason eyed the pair of women indifferently and said, "Your husband isn’t dead yet. How could she be a murderer if he wasn’t dead?"

The women were stunned to silence from Eason’s air of authority. I then got into the police car and nodded toward Ewan to indicate that I was alright. alright.

Dexter was still the person that I’m the most worried about now.

"Bring it for a DNA test and then compare it with Sophia Milford’s DNA," I could vaguely hear Eason say from where I sat inside the car, as he handed the handkerchief that had been used to wipe my face to another officer.

He suspected that I wasn’t Sofia Miller but was Sophia Milford. Unfortunately, he didn’t seem to have thought of soul reincarnation as a possibility. This body of mine was indeed Sofia Miller’s.

"That’s impossible. Sophia Milford has been dead. Her body was found in the glass cabinet, shocking the entire Huma," the officer said, bewildered.

"I suspect that a switcheroo has happened," Eason said with a cold chuckle. "Go investigate it. You shouldn’t underestimate that lunatic."

He then got into the car and sat beside me. I eyed him and remained silent.

"I heard that that lunatic was forcibly sent to the asylum by the police. That’s a good place for lunatics to be in," Eason said, seemingly chatty.

I clenched my fists and said, "Where should you go then, Mr. Grant? To the beauty salon? You’re quite conceited after all. If you were to be disfigured after getting hit by someone else again, wouldn’t you jump off the building right away?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Eason’s eyes twitched upon hearing my remarks. He chuckled slightly before replying nonchalantly,"

Dexter really does have a peculiar taste in women. He likes those similar to Sophia Milford, As expected, only lunatics would be attracted by lunatics. You two are of the same kind."

I replied, "Indeed, we’re of the same kind, unlike you. You’re not quite human."

"You have a sharp tongue, don’t you?" Eason said while gritting his teeth.

Damien was still negotiating with the officer outside the car. He said, "She was just defending herself. Even though she went a little overboard, that was because her personal safety was threatened."

I chuckled coldly. Was he speaking up for me or jeopardizing me?

When the police car took me away, Damien looked at me with a complex expression. It was as if I was inherently a troublesome person. He had a sympathizing and worried expression on, as if he was trying to figure out why I had to be so troublesome.

"Don’t worry, Sophia, I’ll bring you out!" Damien was still trying to comfort me.

"Just worry about your savior instead. Don’t let her get killed by the killer," I said as I made a throat– slitting gesture.

Damien stood frozen on the spot as he watched me being taken away. Juliet hugged his arm out of fear as she said, "She’s so scary, Damien!"

"They say that the longer two people are together, the more they resemble each other," Eason said as he looked at me. "You and Dexter are quite alike."

"Can you tell me more about Dexter and Sophia Milford?" I asked, wanting to know more. Even thought Eason has a sharp tongue, at least he was objective. He wouldn’t resort to lying.

"Dexter and Sophia Milford?" Eason asked before laughing. "What’s there to talk about Mr. and Mrs. Crazies over there?"

Despite his disdain, he spoke with great enthusiasm, "Dexter was indifferent since young. I was his deskmate back in school, he ignored me whenever I asked him about homework!"

I took in a sharp breath. I wanted to hear about Dexter and Sophia Milford, not about Dexter and himself!

Eaton talked nonsense for the entire journey. They were mostly about the love–hate relationship between Dexter and himself. I didn’t manage to catch anything useful from his stories.

The police car was parked inside the compound. Eason’s phone rang before he could get out of the car. Bad news, Eason! There’s another murder in Sunset Alley! It’s a male corpse, and the time of death is not more than two hours ago."

Eason’s expression darkened. A long period had gone without any murder cases since Simon’s death. There were even talks of officially closing the Double Stars serial murder case from the higher–ups.

Just as everyone had let their guards down, someone died again.

"Are you sure that Dexter is in the asylum?" Eason asked subconsciously. The person he suspected the most was still Dexter.