I felt a shiver of fear at the thought of being seen through by Dexter, and I couldn’t wait to get Caleb out


    of there.


    “Phoebe Caldwell…” he suddenly called out.


    He called me Phoebe Caldwell.


    My steps faltered unconsciously, and I took a deep breath without turning back.


    Robin furrowed his brows, watching Dexter call me Phoebe Caldwell, thinking the man had lost


    his marbles.


    “Phoebe…” Dexter’s voice cracked with a sudden surge of emotion as he scrambled to his feet and


    grabbed my wrist. “Phoebe? You’re Phoebe Caldwell, aren’t you?”


    I frowned in disgust, looking at him with disdain as I forcefully pped his hand away. “Mr. Fitzgerald,


    have youpletely lost your mind?”


    He stood there, stunned, saying nothing.


    Caleb’s eyes shed a warning at Dexter as he took my hand and led me away.


    From the moment we left the negotiation room, my legs felt like jelly. I was terrified that he would


    recognize me. I was afraid he would discover that I was actually Phoebe.


    “Colin… go to the car,” I said weakly to Caleb. “Go to the car.”


    eded to see Robin.


    The real murderer was still out there, killing. We couldn’t drag this out any longer; even without hard


    evidence, we could at least put the suspect under surveince to prevent further bloodshed.


    I had asked Ste to inform Robin about this, but I wasn’t sure if he had uncovered any substantial


    evidence in the past few days.


    Caleb looked at me with concern, gently cradling my face. “Phoebe… don’t be upset.”


    I nodded, brushing him off lightly. “Just get to the car, please.”


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    Caleb walked away, his head hung low in disappointment.


    I watched him go and then turned away.


    Waiting in the corridor, I saw Dexter, his face and clothes smeared with blood. He paused beside me,


    stopping in his tracks.


    I tried to appear calm.


    Without a word, he just looked at me and suddenly reached out as if to touch my face.


    Instinctively, I pped his hand away, ring at him with pure loathing in my eyes.


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    He seemed taken aback for a moment, rooted to the spot.


    I panicked internally; my reaction was too much like the way I used to resist him.


    Unconscious gestures, expressions, and details…


    Dexter stood there, staring at me for a long while as if trying to see right through me.


    I remained scowling, my hands clenched tightly. “Are you sick?”


    Dexter didn’t respond, and as soon as Robin appeared, he left hastily.


    I breathed a sigh of relief; no sane person would ever figure out that I was Phoebe.


    Even Caleb hadn’t really figured it out.


    “Are you waiting for me?” Robin approached, asking me. He eyed me up and down, seemingly


    not quite trusting.


    “…” I was momentarily ovee with emotion, almost blurting out that I was Phoebe Caldwell. But if I


    said that, he would lump me and Caleb together as lunatics.


    “Officer Robin, I am Caleb’s wife, hiswful guardian. The matter I had Miss Ste inform your about


    regarding the murderer… did you look into it?” I asked in a low voice, a touch of nervousness in my


    tone.


    Robin eyed me warily. “What does this case have to do with you?”


    I hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Caleb is my husband, and I don’t want him to suffer an injustice. I


    want to find the real culprit and clear his name.”


    Caleb was still a suspect, though currently out on bail.


    Robin seemed to grudgingly ept this exnation. “She didn’t tell me anything about the murderer.


    What’s going on?”


    I was taken aback.


    Had Ste not told Robin?


    Did she still not trust me?