Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"Dexter, you’re mentally ill, foolish, and unable to lead. You have no right to sell the company!" The stern words were spoken by Dexter’s aunt’s daughter.

Dexter’s aunt’s son-in-law probably didn’t dare to come. Perhaps he still hadn’t fully recovered from being stabbed by me a few times.

These people were clearly frightened. They cowered behind the bodyguards, reluctant to approach the iron door adorned with a sign that read, "Beware of Dog."

Stevie glared at them, baring his teeth as if ready to attack and bite at any moment. I stepped out the door and glanced around. This time, Charles and Nadia were there as well.

Ann didn’t show up. I heard that she suffered from facial disfigurement, and her engagement with the Greyson family was called off. She was probably going through a really tough time now. But it was her retribution.

Madison pointed in my direction and cursed, "Dexter has a mental illness and requires a guardian. Sofia, the child you were carrying is gone. Without an heir from the Black family, you no longer hold the legal authority to remain as Dexter’s guardian."

"You lunatic! I believe you may also be suffering from a mental illness, so I’ve arranged a mental health assessment for you. I strongly suspect you to be a lunatic as well."

Madison was smarter this time. This was probably because she had received guidance from an expert. She planned to arrange a mental health assessment for me to label me as mentally unstable. Hence, Dexter’s custody rights would end up with Martin.

Once custody of Dexter was transferred to Martin, he was able to reclaim the shares that had been sold to Crowdstar Group on the premise that Dexter lacked the ability to make such a transaction.

Their plan was excellent. I believed that even if I were not suffering from a mental illness, they would still insist on labeling me as such. They intended to confine me in the hospital...

"Sofia, your behavior has been concerning since you were a child. As your parents, we are very worried about your situation. You even let the dog bite your sister. You’re aggressive." Charles was spreading rumors as a parent that Sofia was mentally ill.

I saw the people behind them. The asylum’s car was parked behind them. It seemed like they planned to arrest me forcibly after agitating me.

"Martin’s suddenly smart today." I looked at Dexter.

"His genius son has returned to become his advisor." Joel scratched his ears, feeling overwhelmed by the noisy crowd.

Jimmy was forcing Dexter to make a choice. Once I was taken to the asylum, Dexter had no choice but to cooperate with him. People like Martin only knew how to fight for power and their own personal interests, whereas Jimmy truly valued the greater interests behind the organization.

He aspired to ascend and take over leadership of the organization. His goal was to eliminate the source of genome editing and become one of the select geniuses in the world to get dividends from genome editing.

"Sofia, your mental state is unstable. Come back with us. Your parents will never harm you," Charles began to coax me to go home.

If I went home with them, they’d give me medication to make me mentally unstable. Then, they would send me to the asylum and lock me up. That was incredibly cruel.

"Dad, I’ve noticed that you seem to be experiencing some emotional instability. Is this possibly related to our family’s genetic history? Oh, I apologize. I forgot that you were born with azoospermia, Dad. Where does genetic inheritance come from if there is no sperm? Am I right?" I criticized Charles with a smile.

Due to azoospermia, he lacked viable sperm. Thus, he sought assistance from Sophia’s parents to facilitate Nadia’s in vitro fertilization.

My words certainly hit a nerve with Charles, igniting his anger. He pointed at me and started to curse," You little bitch, get out of here! Do you honestly believe that Dexter can protect you? Without the Black Group shares, he’s utterly worthless!"

With that, Charles began to kick the iron door furiously. Stevie felt threatened and began barking at the iron gate before rushing to bite Charles. The fear was so intense that Charles fell to the ground, pointing at me and continuing to curse.

"Attention, those from the asylum! We have an individual in need of mental health support here. You’re too unprofessional. Take him away quickly." I turned my gaze toward the group of people standing behind Nadia, all of whom were from the asylum.

Nadia quickly helped Charles up and then scolded me angrily, "Sophia, how could you say such a thing about your father? Even if your genes are not the same as ours, I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you. How could you be so ungrateful?

"We’re the ones who raised and fed you. You’re so inhumane." "Humanity is for humans. You’re not worthy," I replied calmly.

Martin shot a piercing look at Charles and Nadia, his voice resonating with authority. "Enough with the idle chatter. Let’s take her away. It seems that her mental well-being is deteriorating rapidly."

Martin was about to forcefully snatch me away directly. If a regular individual were to be imprisoned in an asylum, they would likely be subjected to torture and driven to madness.

The iron door was forcefully knocked open. They were fully prepared and determined to take me away. They wanted to separate me from Dexter and then focus on dealing with him.

"Hey! What are you doing? This is a public space, and the law governs society. Please show more respect to the police." Martin’s subordinates hurried into the yard just as Zion’s old off-road vehicle arrived.

After getting out of the car, he casually lit a cigarette and leisurely surveyed the scene before casting a protective gaze toward me, Dexter, and Joel. The gaze seemed to say, "As long as I’m here, no one will lay a finger on you."

Meanwhile, Eason, looking pale, got out of the car. He stumbled toward the flowers, where he eventually vomited.

Dexter frowned in disgust and glanced at Joel. "Please keep him away, he’s so embarrassing... I have mysophobia."

Joel pointed at himself. "Why am I the one who should take him away?"

"Aren’t you two privately engaged?" Dexter asked casually.

Joel was stunned in disbelief. "When did it happen? Why didn’t I know?"

Dexter nonchalantly leaned against the door frame and reiterated, "Right now, you depend on me for your sustenance, education, clothing, and even the shoes on your feet. All are financed by me."

Joel gritted his teeth and declared, "Just wait until I get into college and succeed in starting a business. I’ll surpass you in wealth."

After uttering those words, Joel approached Eason with a gloomy expression and contemptuously lifted him.

Eason turned around and began to reprimand Zion, "Could you please replace your broken car? If it doesn’t fall apart, I just might."

Martin’s expression was somber and uncertain as he said calmly, "Officer Landon, even though you’re a police officer, it’s not your place to meddle in the affairs of the Black family."

Madison promptly added, "Yes, this is our family issue. She’s struggling with mental illness. She allowed a dog to bite her sister and stabbed my husband. It’s necessary for her to undergo a psychiatric evaluation.

Zion frowned as he explained, "A health certificate from a reputable hospital is required to ascertain whether she has a mental illness."

"I’m her biological father, and it’s only natural that I take her to the hospital," Charles said angrily.

"Immediate family members have the right to request a psychiatric evaluation for her. If the evaluation results indicate that she does not have a mental illness, then her family does not have the authority to send a mentally stable individual to a mental hospital.

"But what if she’s indeed diagnosed with a mental illness?" Suddenly, a woman emerged from the car behind.

The woman wore a formal suit, and her smile was about 70% similar to mine. If Sofia looked 70% like me, then the woman in front of me seemed even more similar to me than Sofia.

It was clear that she exuded professionalism and confidence with her business attire and sleek, rimless glasses. With a confident smile on her face, she adjusted her glasses. She appeared certain that after I underwent a psychiatric evaluation, there would certainly be some issues discovered.

It was because Sophia was born with a mental illness, leaving her with a profound lack of feelings, understanding of emotions, empathy, and the ability to comprehend sadness and joy. She believed there was no chance I could successfully pass a psychiatric evaluation.

I took a deep breath, my palms slightly sweaty. To be honest, I didn’t have much confidence in myself either. If these people had to evaluate me psychiatrically, I was afraid it wouldn’t turn out well.

"Sophia..." The air around Dexter suddenly dropped to its lowest point. Like a fierce creature awakened by something, he extended his sharp thorns and shielded me with his embrace from behind.

He stared warily at the woman who looked somewhat similar to me, his voice trembling. "Sophia... I should hide you and kill them all..."