My lips twitched involuntarily. So, they just see Foebe as a baby–making machine. But as long


    as it’s a girl, Colin still has some value to the Langley family.


    I do hope it’s a girl in my belly.


    “Why did Colin go mad?” I asked softly.


    “Colin?” Brendan nced at me.


    I paused, confused.


    Isn’t he called Colin in the Langley family?


    “Caleb…” It hit me suddenly: in the Langley family. Colin is known as Caleb Langley.


    “Originally, the boy was smart, a real genius.” Brendan said coldly. “But s, he suffered a


    trauma.”


    After a moment of silence, he gave me a guarded look, obviously not willing to air all the family’s dirty


    laundry. “You needn’t worry yourself. Just focus on bringing the child into the world safely; that’s all that


    matters.”


    I nodded obediently. “Yes, sir.”


    Even though Brendan didn’t reveal much, I had a hunch that Colin’s current state was definitely tied to


    the Langley family.


    “Grandpa, I’m a bit scared. The servants and even the whispers outside say that Colin is a murderer


    and that he targets women. Is that true? The doctor suggested I should spend more time with the father


    of the child, but I’m afraid of him…”


    I watched Brendan cautiously, trying to gauge his reaction.


    “The boy may be a bit touched in the head, but he’s no murderer, of that I’m certain,” he assured me


    with conviction. “Those rumors are baseless. Nheless, for your and the baby’s safety, it’s best to


    keep your distance from him.


    If Colin isn’t the killer, why was he at the crime scene? What was he doing there? What’s his


    connection to the actual murderer?


    The Langley family dinner.


    The invitation was from the patriarch himself, and the guest list was a who’s who of the business world.


    The Fitzgerald family, ranking just below the Langleys, was, of course, in attendance.


    Dexter was tall and striking, and he arrived with Melody, quickly bing the center of attention.


    “Mr. Fitzgerald’s fiancée is absolutely stunning,” someone brown–nosed.


    “Yes, Melody is the belle of Sea City University.”


    “Wasn’t Phoebe the belle of Sea City University?” I walked up alongside the patriarch, deliberately


    shaking hands with Dexter right in front of Melody. “Mr. Fitzgerald, good to see


    you again.”


    Dexter looked surprised at first, thenposed himself.


    Melody’s face turned sour, watching me warily.


    “Is this the Langley family’s eldest grandson’s wife? She must not know in our circles, nobody dares


    mention Phoebe in front of Dexter…” someone murmured behind me.


    “Dexter lost it a while back. Mentioning Phoebe to him is like signing your own death warrant.”


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    “President Langley, this must be your granddaughter–inw?” Melody asked, attempting to conceal


    her annoyance, then reached out for a handshake.


    “Mr. Fitzgerald, wasn’t your fiancée named Phoebe? Who might this be, a mistress?” I taunted Melody,


    ignoring her extended hand.


    The onlookers began to murmur; the Langley family’s eldest grandson’s wife was openly snubbing


    Dexter’s fiancée, which was akin to snubbing Dexter himself.


    But Dexter seemed unfazed, his gaze on meplex.


    Melody grew even more anxious, fearing the resemnce I bore to Phoebe.


    “This is my granddaughter–inw, the heiress of the Larson family, Foebe Larson,” the patriarch


    announced with a smile.


    “Mr. Fitzgerald, won’t you introduce us to thedy beside you? Which family’s daughter is she?” I


    cocked my head, pushing Dexter into an awkward spot. Status was everything in their circle, and


    Dexter had once seemed indifferent to Melody’s adopted status, all in the name of love.


    Dexter nced at Melody.


    Melody, tense, awaited Dexter’s introduction, hoping for a title under the eyes of many.


    “She’s my secretary.” Dexter stated tly, reducing Melody to his secretary.


    Melody’s face went pale, and she lowered her gaze, her eyes reddening. “I feel a bit unwell. I’ll go sit


    over there.”


    I watched Melody with a hint of irony. So, she had her day, too?


    But then again Dexter really was the pinnacle of scum. He had once imed to love Melody so fiercely


    he wanted me dead for her, and now he wouldn’t even acknowledge her?


    Disgusting!


    moved off to greet other quests, and Dexter approached me, his voice low. “Are you


    satisfied with that exnation?”


    I frowned. “I’m sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, but I don’t follow.”


    “Your name is Foebe?” He seemed very intrigued by me.