Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

I stepped forward to shield Dexter and stared at the men warily.

Damien frowned, seemingly upset.

"What are you up to this time, Violette?" he asked.

"What? You don’t dare to watch it? Don’t you want to find out what kind of person Juliet is?" Violette sneered and took out her phone to show him the video.

It was the video of Jack yelling in fear on the ground. He was shouting at someone not to come after him and to find Damien instead. In the video, he also said that it wasn’t Sophia who had pushed Juliet down the stairs.

Damien’s expression darkened as he watched the video.

I watched his reaction closely, hoping to see a trace of guilt and panic in his eyes so that I could feel the pleasure of getting revenge.

However, that wasn’t the case.

The air Damien exuded felt dangerous. It seemed like he didn’t believe what he had seen in that video.

I sneered inwardly. I had truly underestimated Damien’s love for Juliet. But it didn’t matter since this was just the beginning.

"Violette, I know you look down on Juliet, but don’t you think it’s a little despicable to use tricks like these?" Damien said.

Violette burst out laughing. She then put away her phone and glowered at him with her jaw clenched.

"You’re so pathetic, Damien," Violette said. "I wonder just how long you’ll take Juliet’s side."

"By the way, the data in Sophia’s phone was destroyed during the recovery process. Who else do you think has the power to destroy the police’s protected evidence that was in the hands of technicians?"

She looked at Damien and said, "Juliet sure is extraordinary."

"Do you know how ridiculous you sound?" Damien snapped. "Juliet is an orphan, and she was adopted. She doesn’t have the power to do that! Even the Turner family doesn’t have that much power!"

He continued angrily, "I’ve failed Sophia, but I won’t let off those who had hurt her. But unlike you, I won’t simply assume that Juliet’s the one behind this!"

"Go to hell, Damien!" Violette cursed. Then, she turned to look at Dexter and me.

She continued, "I’ve called the police. You were illegally detaining him. He’s a suspect with a mental illness who has surrendered himself to the authorities."

"There’s no evidence to prove that he was the murderer, so the police have no right to continue detaining him. Do you want to lynch him?"

I shielded Dexter with my body and backed away cautiously. "Damien, you’re disgusting," I said.

Damien frowned and looked at me. I didn’t know what he was thinking.

Violette then glanced at me indifferently and said, "You’ve seen it for yourself. He firmly believes in Juliet. He really doesn’t deserve Sophia".

She turned to look back at Damien. "We’ll see how you defend Juliet once the data in Sophia’s phone is recovered."

I remained silent as I held Dexter’s hand and left with him. Dexter looked at Damien indifferently.

After walking a few steps, Dexter muttered, "I don’t know how to..."

Startled, I turned to look back at him. What was it that he didn’t know how to do?

"I’ll always believe in you," Dexter said earnestly. "And I’ll believe in you forever, no matter what."

At that moment, his expression, his gaze, and the way he spoke could make anyone’s heart melt. It was too easy to get trapped in those eyes.

Taking a deep breath, I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. Why should I believe in a psycho’s words?

Damien left the mall with his men. They seemed like they were going to block our path again, but Zion arrived with his men just then. In the end, Damien could only give up.

When I walked past Zion, I instinctively wanted to greet him. I opened my mouth but ultimately held my tongue.

Zion glanced at me and then at Dexter. "Are you his guardian?" he asked, to which I nodded.

Dexter seemed rather happy as he nodded along with me, looking quite proud of himself.

I felt a little helpless and tightened my grip on his wrist.

Zion checked the time and asked, "Where was he yesterday? And where was he earlier today?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"He was at the Black residence the whole time," I told him. "There are surveillance cameras there. The footage can prove that what I’m saying is true."

Zion nodded. "Alright. As his guardian, you have to keep an eye on him. Don’t let him run around too much."

"Okay." I nodded and left, pulling Dexter along with me.

"Since you sneaked out, how are you supposed to get back home? The nanny said that James is looking for you. If he catches you, he’ll beat you up again."

Dexter immediately started pretending to be pitiful. He hugged me from behind and said, "It hurts when they hit me."

I looked at him helplessly. What should I do with someone like him?

I was about to find a place for him to stay when the Black family’s car stopped by the side of the road. Ignatius’ assistant, Ewan Bart, got out of the car.

He glanced at Dexter thoughtfully and bowed his head politely. "Mr. Black, it’s time to go home."

I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. These people really knew how to put on an act when they were outside.

He had even addressed Dexter as "Mr. Black". Had the Black family ever treated him like a scion of their family?

"Mr. Bart, is Mr. Ignatius angry? Dexter didn’t leave the house for nothing. He came out to protect me. Can you please put in a good word for him?" I said warily.

I had to give it a shot even though Dexter would definitely get mistreated again when he goes back. "Mr. James caused some trouble at work, so Mr. Ignatius has sent him to Montavia to handle some projects there."

"Mr. James left at three o’clock in the afternoon. He’ll be staying abroad for three months," Ewan said expressionlessly.

I heaved a sigh of relief. Things would be better in these three months then.

Ewan continued, "As for Mr. Ignatius, he’s getting older, and his body isn’t as strong as before. He needs to go to Huma Hospital for his physiotherapy treatment."

I was stunned for a moment and felt puzzled. Why did it feel like Ewan was reporting all these things to me? He had no reason to tell me all this.

So, why did he deliberately tell me all that?

I turned to look at Dexter, who was staring at me innocently. It was clear that Ewan wasn’t reporting to Dexter either.

Did he say all that to coax Dexter to return home without resistance? This was probably the case. "Mr. Ignatius has already gone back to the old residence to prepare for tomorrow," Ewan continued. "Let’s set off now. It’ll take three and a half hours to reach our destination. Please get into the car."

He then opened the car door for Dexter and me.

I was speechless. Why was Ewan being so polite?