Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )
Chapter 339

Chapter 339

Finn was teasing, a wry smile etched on his face as he thought about the plight of the Langleyfamily, a dynasty that would give anything to rid themselves of a child born with flaws. How muchmore would the average families do the same?

"And these two kids’ parents... they've turned down community fundraisers, sold off all their assets,and were living a life full of regret," he mused. "They blamed themselves for letting their kid enterthat high-pressure talent contest, for the unbearable stress they allowed to pile on the child'sshoulders, cursing their own helplessness..."

They truly loved their child. But ironically, those who truly loved were the ones being exploited.

Turned into weapons of murder, like lambs to the slaughter. They were innocent, their sorrowprofound.

It's as if the rope of life frays most at its thinnest point, and the silent cries of despair from thesepowerless commoners were just too heart-wrenching.

What depths of despair must they have reached to willingly walk the path of becoming someoneelse's executioner?

"Community fundraisers? Which families received such donations? From a charity, you say?" Ifurrowed my brow, pressing Finn for more information.

"Yeah, I looked into it. It's all been orchestrated by folks from the Angel Fund. They've been thebeacon of hope for the folks at the bottom in Sea City and have a sterling reputation in the charityworld. Nowadays, if a family's kid gets sick, they're eligible to apply for support from the AngelFund," Finn shrugged nonchalantly.

I took a deep breath.

Angel Fund.

It sounded all too familiar.

"It's the charity foundation established by Dexter's mother..." My voice was a whisper, hoarse andtrembling.

I hoped it was all just a coincidence. Otherwise, the game was too grand, the spiders on the webtoo numerous. How were we, mere insects, to survive on this vast net?

"Society itself is a web. There's no absolute good or evil. The world isn't just black and white," Finnspoke calmly. "The person you consider utterly vile might be a devoted son. The great philanthropistyou admire could have a trail of blood behind them... Every great fortune casts a long shadow,without exception. Do you think any of the world's richest are spotless? Free from skeletons andbloodshed?"

This world is like a giant grinder, where living in blissful ignorance and simplicity is the greatestfreedom.

"Did you replace out who funded the big prize money behind the contest back in the day?" Robin askedFinn.

"It was the Angel Fund," Finn replied with another shrug.

It wasn't a secret.

Back then, the Angel Fund was devoted to helping children with congenital deformities, geneticdisorders, and rare diseases. It drew wide public attention, and the Fitzgerald family received heapsof praise from the media, laying a solid foundation for Dexter's eventual takeover of the FitzgeraldGroup.

No one reaches the top in one leap. Without the legacy of the Fitzgerald Group as a stepping stone,Dexter wouldn't have his status today.

I took a deep breath and massaged my temples.

Angel Fund.

The Fitzgerald family.

Dexter.

Was it possible that not only had Dexter deliberately deceived me, but that I had approached himwith deceitful intentions as well?

What exactly was my relationship with Damian?

"Phoebe, you don't look well. Let's head back and rest," Colin said, concern etched on his face ashe tried to lead me away.

"Carter's birthday is coming up. Light a candle for him when you go. I won't be joining," Finn saidwith a hint of defiance, visibly uncomfortable at the mention of Carter.

Colin remained silent, his eyes clouded with pain and loss.

Carter had died because of him... a nightmare Colin would never be able to forget.

"Why is Finn so afraid of Carter?" I whispered once we were in the car.

"He's afraid of me too," Colin whispered back, cautiously trying to take my hand when he thought Iwasn't looking.

I swatted his hand away, and he looked up with a wounded expression. "He thinks Carter and Iaren't normal, that we're monsters..."

"And then?" That's it?

"He rallied the whole class to call Carter and me monsters. So Carter and I got back at him, alwaysusing subtle tricks he couldn't see or predict." Colin seemed to reminisce, a soft chuckle escapinghim as his eyelashes fluttered.