Chapter 116 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 slapped his hand away. “Mr. Fitzgerald, have you completely lost your mind?” He stood there, stunned, saying nothing. Caleb’s eyes flashed 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.” I needed 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 surveillance to prevent further bloodshed. I had asked Stella 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.” 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 slapped his hand away, glaring at him with pure loathing in my eyes. 1/2 10:50 Chapter 116 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 overcome 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, his lawful guardian. The matter I had Miss Stella 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 accept this explanation. “She didn’t tell me anything about the murderer. What’s going on?” I was taken aback. Had Stella not told Robin? Did she still not trust me?