Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I was stunned for a moment. Did the police actually announce that the victim was still alive? Weren’t they afraid that the killer would find out and go to the hospital to kill him again? Or did the police have their own plans?

"Let’s go to the hospital first," I whispered.

Damien glanced at his arm and said in a low vole

"Let’s go to the hospital first." I frowned.

Laughing, he drove to the hospital.

"I’m fine..."

"Sophia..." Damien looked at me. "You’re still worried about me, right? Just now..."

I frowned and looked at him. "If it were a dog that got stabbed, I’d be worried too."

Damien seemed speechless and didn’t look happy.

However, since "Sophia Milford" died, Damien’s temper seemed to have improved a lot. If I had said such sarcastic things to him before, he probably would have gone mad already.

"As long as you’re with me, Martin’s people will think twice before making a move," Damien said, implying that I should stay close to him.

I gave a cold laugh. "Being with you seems like the most dangerous option. Why do you think Martin’s people started tailing me the moment I left your house? Clearly, someone in your house sold me out."

Damien frowned. "Angel?"

I stared at him incredulously. "Are you insane? It’s Juliet!"

Damien chuckled. "I was just teasing you."

I thought there was something wrong with Damien, so I ignored him.

"You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?" Damien asked.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about." I felt irritated whenever Damien spoke now.

"You must know that someone from the Coleman family might betray you. It’ll be dangerous to go out."

Damien glanced at his arm, wincing in pain. Blood continued to trickle down his arm because the wound hadn’t been bandaged.

I ignored him. After all, his wound was far from life–threatening.

"You know I won’t let anything happen to you..." Damien’s face started to pale.

He glanced at me. "Sophia, please help me stop the bleeding."

I glanced at him irritably. "It’s not fatal. A little blood loss might even prevent infection."

Damien was speechless, his lips twitching slightly..

"Sophia... you intentionally led me out here alone. Is there something you want to tell me?" Damien looked at me with anticipation in his eyes.

I glanced at Damien. I did want to tell him about Juliet’s scheme against him.

However, based on Damien’s previous behavior, I knew he wouldn’t believe me. It would just be like wat off a duck’s back. "Haven’t you ever suspected Juliet?"

Damien’s gaze grew complicated as he looked at me, his eyes showing a hint of depth. After a long silence, he said, "I’m not a fool."

"Pfft..." I let out a mocking laugh.

He wasn’t a fool?

"Take care of yourself." I didn’t say much more. If he had ever suspected Juliet, he should be cautious.

"Sophia, my wound is still bleeding." Damien reached out to me.

I examined his injury and pressed a tissue against it. "There, bear with it."

Damien gave a helpless laugh. "Sophia, I don’t believe you don’t have any feelings for me anymore.

"You’re overthinking this, Sophia never had feelings for you from the start. She has someone she loves. and his name is Dexter. She only thought you saved her, but the person who saved her wasn’t you," I coldly interrupted Damien’s fantasy.

Damien lowered his gaze and fell silent.

When the car stopped at Huma Hospital’s parking lot, he finally said, "Sophia, the person you love isn’t Dexter. Trust me, just this once. Please... You don’t love him. You fear and dread him. You once begged me to help you hide from him....."

I frowned. "Do you think I believe a single word you say?"

Between Dexter and Damien, Dexter’s credibility was evidently higher.

"Sophia..." Damien grew anxious, finally able to experience the feeling of not being trusted. "Why can’t you believe me? Dexter is really dangerous. You tried so hard to hide from him. How could you love him? He’s deceiving you, taking advantage of your memory loss to keep lying to you."

"Dr. Jones said Dexter isn’t a regular psychiatric patient. He lacks empathy and can’t love anyone. His mind is filled with obsession, leaving no room for others."

I ignored Damien, who kept badmouthing Dexter.

"Sofia?" As soon as we entered the hospital, Zion noticed me. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

I shook my head and pointed at Damien. "He is."

A nurse approached to examine Damien’s injury and took him to the treatment room.

"It was Martin’s men," I whispered.

Zion nodded. "You’d better stay at home."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"There’s been another murder," Zion said, looking around cautiously. "I came to check the situation. The victim isn’t dead yet and is being rescued. It’s obvious the killer is not a professional."

"The killer panicked while trying to kill the victim and didn’t confirm the victim was dead before sprinkling those spices and escaping."

I nodded. "So, if the victim survives, he can reveal the killer’s identity?"

"The killer has already been caught on camera. The police are making an arrest. I suspect someone is orchestrating everything. With the victim still alive, we can expose the mastermind behind this," Zion said in a low voice.

"Look, here." He handed me his findings. "This person is also a parent searching for his missing son, who is 18 years old and has been missing for three years."

I paused for a moment, looking at Zion. "In both murder cases, the common thread is that the killers are desperate parents who lost their children."

The killers were also victims.

"Were the children all lost around the same time?" I wondered if their disappearances were also linked to the mastermind.

"They weren’t lost at the same time, but there’s one common factor. All the missing children had the same issue," Zion said, pointing to his head.

"Mental disability, or..." I was taken aback.

"Asperger’s syndrome." Zion scanned the surroundings. "Some refer to it as a ’genius illness’. Children with this condition are considered God’s favorites–either a genius or mentally disabled."

Two extremes.

I took a deep breath and looked at Zion. "Asperger’s syndrome..."

Suddenly, my head was pounding, feeling like it was about to explode.

The missing children were all diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. According to my parents’ journal, I was also diagnosed as a "problematic" child with Asperger’s syndrome.

But that didn’t seem right. Aside from being a bit socially isolated, I was neither a genius nor mentally disabled. I felt like I was just an ordinary person, as ordinary as they came.

"Dexter and Simeon also have this so–called genius illness," Zion said helplessly, sitting nearby. "These geniuses are different from us. They’re quite lonely, and nobody can understand them, yet they exhibit extraordinary talents in certain areas like art, mathematics, finance, chemistry, physics, and so on."

My hands and feet were ice–cold, and a terrifying thought crossed my mind. Could someone be exploiting these genius children? And behind all this... was there an even greater conspiracy at play?

"What kind of business was the victim involved in?" I whispered.

"He was based overseas, supposedly in the health products industry," Zion replied with a cold laugh. "He was probably a leader in a pyramid scheme."