Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 183

Carol’s cheeks were red and swollen as she clumsily followed him out. She cried and spoke with hesitation as if struggling to express herself clearly. "Please, it’s 500. Please."

She begged desperately, her body trembling uncontrollably. It was obvious that she was in desperate need of money.

The man snapped and forcefully shoved Carol aside, angrily exclaiming, "Move out of my way! What an unlucky day! Fool!"

But weren’t they all bullying a fool? They would give others 500, but would only give Carol 200 each ti.

"I need money. I really need money, please." Carol knelt on the ground and kept desperately begging.

I stood at the end of the corridor, watching her innocently begging, and felt incredibly unsettled.

"Hand over the money. You agreed on 500, so that’s what you need to give her. If you don’t, we’ll have to involve the police. If you’re not afraid of the sha of going to jail, then go ahead and try it!" I approached the man and grabbed him angrily.

The man beca angry and wanted to push , but Dexter quickly pushed him directly against the wall. In the end, the man cursed and tossed a stack of 300 dollars onto the ground before swiftly fleeing the scene.

Carol cautiously picked up the money from the ground, peeking fearfully at Dexter. She seed to be very afraid of Dexter. Suddenly, she stood up and rushed back to the room, determined to lock the door.

Dexter instantly stepped forward and pushed the door open, demanding, "Open the door!"

Only then did Carol open the door in fear as she nervously backed away. "Dexter..."

Dexter stared at her in silence.

Carol secretly placed the cash under the pillow and cast an uneasy glance in my direction. "I didn’t... I didn’t push her on purpose."

She was scared that she had pushed that day. Did Dexter co to see her? Dexter didn’t speak. He simply stood at the door and gazed at .

I attempted to soothe her. "Carol, could we please have a conversation?"

However, she lowered her head and ignored .

"I can pay you." Knowing she needed money, I reached into Dexter’s pocket for the cash and gave it to Carol. Dexter snorted reluctantly.

I was actually quite curious. Carol was Sion’s sister, and Dexter and Sion were close to each other. It was puzzling that he was reluctant when I asked him to get so cash out just now, considering he couldn’t ignore her when he had money.

Carol shook her head vigorously and took a step back. "I don’t want that. Simmy said that I can’t get sothing for nothing."

I was stunned. "But what you’re doing is illegal. And..."

I was sowhat embarrassed to say it, but this was simply not right.

Carol tilted her head and shook it. "Simmy always said that I can’t get sothing for nothing."

She had a ntal disability and only seed to rember this sentence.

"You get sothing for nothing by doing this too." I corrected her way of thinking.

She looked at with fear, then turned to Dexter. "You too! Do you work for money? You... you sleep with him, and he gives you money."

Carol pointed at and then at Dexter.

I felt sowhat powerless and was left speechless. "We are a married couple, and he enjoys spoiling with his earnings."

Carol pursed her lips and muttered, "Shaless."

I was confused and looked at Dexter. What did I do to be called shaless?

Dexter’s gaze lingered on Carol, his expression filled with caution. He didn’t see her as just soone with intellectual disabilities, but rather as a dangerous person.

"I have sothing I’d like to ask you about. Could you please tell ?" I inquired tentatively.

Carol muttered, "You have to pay ."

Without hesitation, I handed over so cash to her.

She still repeated, "I can’t get sothing for nothing."

"Then what do you want?" I was about to lose my patience.

Carol pointed at Dexter. "Let him sleep with and pay ."

I was left speechless, absolutely shocked. I glanced at Carol and then at Dexter. What was going on?

"Carol, he’s my husband." I attempted to change her mindset.

But Carol lowered her head and murmured. "It’s not like we haven’t slept together."

I montarily froze as I thought I heard sothing unreal, then anxiously gazed at Carol. "What did you say?"

"I have slept with Dexter before," Carol said seriously.

I subconsciously looked back at Dexter.

He was always vigilant as if he already knew that Carol was going to talk nonsense. He took hold of my hands and patiently explained, "The ’sleep’ she referred to is a different kind of sleep."

I couldn’t quite understand what he ant. "What do you an?"

Dexter gritted his teeth. "When we were in the orphanage, Simmy, Carol, and I often shared the sa bed. But it was purely for sleeping. I slept with you and had a baby, that’s different."

I paused to take a deep breath, feeling a surge of anger from her words.

Carol kept talking foolishly, "He also slept with Simmy, and so did Sophia."

I was at a loss for words. What she said had the power to terrify people to the core.

Dexter was clearly upset as well. "Just answer her questions!"

Carol appeared to be afraid of Dexter, lowering her head and replying with a hint of grievance, "Okay."

"Do you still rember the worker who lived upstairs across from us committed suicide by jumping off the building?" I asked quietly.

She nodded with a stern expression. "I do."

"Before the worker committed suicide, do you rember if anyone ca to see him?" I nervously inquired.

She looked at and shook her head. "I don’t rember."

I felt rather let down. Yes, it was true. Carol was ntally disabled and struggled with rembering people.

Carol’s head tilted as she walked out of the door, pointing directly at the surveillance cara positioned outside her ho. "Are you stupid? Dexter installed a surveillance cara for . He said that if I’m ever in danger, I just need to shout at the surveillance cara, and he will co to save ."

For a mont, I stood there stunned. I shifted my gaze from the surveillance cara to Dexter. Indeed, he had connected with Carol very early on. He maintained continuous contact with her and even assisted her in installing a hidden cara.

Dexter nervously lowered his head, possibly avoiding eye contact with .

Did he install a surveillance cara outside Carol’s house to ensure her safety? So, why didn’t he intervene and stop her from being a sex worker? It left feeling perplexed.

"Is the surveillance footage with you?" I asked with a hushed tone.

Dexter nodded. "If you’re interested in watching it, we can go back and check it out."

I clenched my teeth and gripped his arm tightly. Why didn’t he tell sooner?

With an aggrieved look, he turned to and uttered, "I thought you wanted to look into Carol..."

After he finished speaking, he appeared montarily taken aback before swiftly changing the topic. "I thought you were going to help Eason visit the site for investigation."

"Why should I ask her if there is surveillance?" I was trying to calm myself down.

"Then, let’s go ho," Dexter said, feeling a twinge of guilt. He eagerly grabbed my hand as if he couldn’t wait to take away.

Carol tilted her head, looked at quizzically, and then suddenly smiled. "Sophia...is the murderer."

Dexter’s footsteps ca to an abrupt halt, and his frigid gaze sent shivers down one’s spine. He glanced back at Carol. Overwheld in fear, Carol recoiled, crouching on the ground and clutching her head.

I also turned around in surprise. "What did she just say?"

Dexter shook his head. "I didn’t catch that."

Carol still murmured, "Sophia is the murderer... Sophia is the murderer..."

In fact, I did hear it. Carol was saying that I was the murderer. Was she still blaming for taking Dexter away and causing Sion’s death?