Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Xandra regained consciousness. There was nothing wrong with her physically, except for the chip bomb implanted under her scalp. Dayton did not tell her about it, fearing that she would be afraid.

"I-"Xandra burst into tears as soon as she said, "I just went to the washroom and got abducted right away. I have to complain about the bad security at the theater!"

Dayton smiled and comforted her, "Everything’s fine now."

Xandra wiped away her tears and asked, "How much ransom did you pay to bring me back?"

Dayton recounted, "A hundred and thirty grand?"

Xandra stopped crying out of shock. She hiccupped before snapping out of it. "That’s wasteful of you! That’s 130 grand we’re talking about! Give it to me and I’ll die instead."

Dayton was rendered speechless from her words. "Well, why do you still need the money if you’re dead?" "You can save that money and donate it to disaster areas or rural areas. My life isn’t worth that much anyway." Xandra was about to start crying again. This time, out of pity for the waste of money.

"Don’t cry, we can still earn back the money," Dayton softly said.

She cried anyway. "I’m heartbroken for the money you spend. How could we give it out freely to the abductors just like that?"

"We didn’t lose the money. The police retrieved it." Dexter and I walked into the hospital ward and smiled at Xandra.

Xandra visibly relaxed and lay back on the bed. "That’s good-"

Dayton lowered his head and remained silent. The rift between Dexter and him was still there.

"Rest up," Dexter mumbled before taking my hand to leave.

Xandra nervously started, "I heard the abductors talk about you when I was half-conscious."

She was talking about me.

I pointed to myself and asked, "Me?"

Xandra nodded.

"What did they say?" I looked at her.

Xandra rubbed her temple in contemplation. "They said something about... you being the third- generation experimental subject... And Nancy was... the second generation. I don’t understand."

I halted for a moment, instinctively turning toward Dexter. He frowned and grabbed my wrist. "You were sedated back then. Perhaps you heard it wrong."

I was bewildered when Dexter pulled me out of the ward. "Isn’t Nancy my mother?"

I recalled hearing from Nancy that I was the embryo created from her egg and someone else’s sperm. Dexter looked at me. "She is."

I felt bewildered. I should be Nancy’s genetic continuation since her egg was used.

"Stop overthinking. You’re just you-my Sophia." Dexter stopped me from overthinking. He cupped my face and smiled at me. "Let’s go home, Sophia. Ashton and Xan are still at home. I’m afraid they might

wreck the place if we return late."

I chuckled. "Alright."

It would have been nice if only we were a normal family.

"I didn’t know that I could actually develop feelings despite having a painless motherhood," I whispered to Dexter on our way back.

"That’s because you were originally someone with feelings. It’s just that they got suppressed." Dexter held my hand. "You’re becoming more like a normal person now, Sophia. You can live happily from now on."

I looked at him and asked, "What about you? Will you continue to stay by my side?"

Dexter was stunned. He then smiled and said, "Of course, I’ll stay by your side."

He said he would continue to stay by my side.

The car stopped at the entrance of Dexter’s residence, and I saw a familiar figure-Damien.

"Damien?" I got out of the car, somewhat astonished. "Your mom actually allowed you to come out?" Damien did not look at me but at Dexter. "I’m here for him."

I looked at Damien warily. He was here for Dexter? What did that mean?

"You should head back first, Sophia. Ashton and Xan are waiting for you." Ashton and Xan were waiting for us with Stevie in the courtyard.

I nodded and headed back. Dexter would tell me what Damien said anyway.

I sat on the lawn together with Ashton and Xan. I was looking at Dexter and Damien while rubbing Stevie’s head.

It was rare for both of them to talk calmly like that. I couldn’t make out their lip movements clearly, and I couldn’t hear their conversation. But Damien seemed to be nervous.

After 20 minutes, Damien hurriedly got into his car and left. Perhaps his time to be out was limited.

He glanced over to my direction before getting into the car and left. Dexter walked in, looking unperturbed.

"What did he tell you?" I asked curiously.

"He said that he’s getting engaged to Una." Dexter walked over and sat beside me.

I felt surprised. "He’s getting engaged to Una? Will his mom agree to it?"

"Perhaps he’s doing it to spite his mom. He’s rather rebellious." Dexter started to hug and kiss me all over. "Who cares about him? That scumbag can marry anyone he likes. You’re my wife anyway."

I helplessly leaned against his shoulders. "He only told you this? Why would he tell us that he’s getting engaged? He’s crazy!"

Dexter chuckled and said softly, "He just said that his mom’s a madwoman who’s controlling his life. Anyone who gets near to him will be hurt by his mom. Una isn’t afraid since she’s egoistic."

I smiled. Funnily enough, Una was resistant to cloning and even looked exactly like Sophia Milford. We could just leave that family of theirs to hurt each other.

"Damien’s mom will no longer keep watch on us with Una distracting her. We can live happily from now on." Dexter sounded wishful as if he was daydreaming.

"Will that day ever come?" I leaned against him.

"It will soon. The reason why Genome Society was sounding out Dayton is because the real person in charge behind them wants to meet him. We’ll win as long as they meet him."

As long as they knew who the person was and killed them, everything would come to an end temporarily.

"But even if we kill one person in charge of the Genome Society, the headquarters would still send out a second or a third person." I sighed.

"We’ll kill them and destroy all of the genetic experiment data in Huma. They won’t be able to trace back anything and would have to start over. We can rid ourselves of them that way." What Dexter was trying to do was to delete all data the Huma Genome Society had of me.

"Are you sure they haven’t uploaded the experiment data to the headquarters?" I looked at him.

Dexter shook his head and replied, "The experiment data are not shared between them. They only have regular exchanges every year and would not display their data before the results are certain."

He had previously infiltrated Genome Society’s laboratory, raising the arguments for the Reincarnation Project.

I let out a sigh of relief. "If that’s the case, we’re really at the end of the tunnel now."

It was as if everything was truly coming to an end soon.

The police deployed more manpower on their investigation pursuant to the incident on the cruise. The people from Genome Society became even more withdrawn.

Dexter and I experienced a few days’ worth of a normal person’s life-calm and harmonious.

Upon waking up daily, we would bring the children to play on the lawn and bring Stevie for a run by the beach. We would watch the sunrise and sunset.

Such a calm and wonderful life almost made me forget that I was merely an experimental subject. "I’ll bring you out to buy a dress, Xan." I was experiencing the joys of a normal mother as I brought the two children out shopping in the mall. We bumped into Damien, Una, and Mrs. Coleman unexpectedly.

It felt strange seeing the three of them out shopping together. The happy family scene was rather peculiar. "This is my son and daughter-in-law." Mrs. Coleman was smiling as she introduced them to the salesperson of the luxury goods store."

I was both surprised and puzzled. Mrs. Coleman’s acting skills were amazing-she actually endured everything and accepted Una despite Mrs. Coleman’s abnormal possessiveness toward her son.