Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

The man on the bed looked at Daisy. He replied helplessly, "You asked me if I’ve ever loved you or if I’ve always treated you as her substitute. You asked me to give you an answer once I woke up."

Daisy’s reddening eyes were full of excitement. After getting a satisfying answer, she started anticipating the answer to her question. She wanted to know how Miguel would answer her.

Miguel sighed as he looked at Daisy. "We’re husband and wife. I wouldn’t have needed to hold on for so long if I only treated you as her substitute. I’m just worried that you might end up on the wrong path. You shouldn’t be doing this-"

He looked at his own pair of hands. "You’ve made a mistake, Daisy. You shouldn’t be doing such things... This is destroying humanity!"

Daisy held onto Miguel’s hand and shook her head. "I’m selfish, but it’s worth doing it."

I chuckled coldly and took a step back. As expected, he was now Miguel and not Damien.

Of course, it would seem worthy for Daisy everything was in a youthful state now that Miguel was occupying a youthful body.

"He’s now in a youthful state, but just look at yourself, Daisy. No matter how well you maintain your over 50-years-old body, the both of you will still look like mother and son at most," I said, clenching my fists.

I had thought of the many possible ways someone like Damien could die, yet I never imagined that he was only someone else’s vessel.

I took a deep breath, feeling all of my hatred suddenly evaporating. I felt more pity than hatred toward him now.

Damien was a pitiful person who couldn’t even be considered a complete person. He, too, had been manipulated even from before his birth.

That was why he was so paranoid and self-righteous. He never understood what love was, much less what to think about love.

Daisy eyed me coldly, as if only remembering us then.

"The experiment is a success, Dexter. You’ve created a miracle." She ignored me completely and looked at Dexter with a crazed gaze. It was as if she had struck a gold mine with him.

"Can we leave now?" Dexter asked in a low voice.

"Of course, you can." Daisy smiled and gestured for her men to get on to it. Her men walked over to blindfold us and stuffed earplugs into our ears.

She was very alert. She made sure we couldn’t find the location of the laboratory despite letting us go.

I took Ashton’s and Xan’s hands while Dexter pulled me close on the shoulders. We then followed the laboratory staff out.

We got into a car soon after. The journey took around three hours before we reached home. But I was certain that they took the long way on purpose.

The four of us got out of the car after our blindfolds and earplugs were removed. It felt tense.

A living person like Damien was just replaced like that. Yet people might think reincarnation was a joke or myth-something that was impossible to happen.

"I’ve memorized the location of the laboratory, Mom," Ashton whispered as he looked up.

I looked at him in surprise. "How did you figure out where we were when they made us wear earplugs and blindfolds?"

"It’s my sense of direction." Ashton pointed at the spot between his brows.

"His pineal gland is more developed than ours," Dexter explained on behalf of Ashton. "Some scientists have suggested that the pineal gland evolved from what was supposed to be the human’s ’third eye.’ It can sense external things and directions.

"Ashton’s and Xan’s pineal glands are much more developed than a normal human’s. They can sense direction through the spot between their brows."

Astonished, I gave Ashton a thumbs-up.

Ashton whispered, "They went around the city center three times. I caught the scent of roasted coffee beans thrice."

He also had an exceptional sense of smell. He had keenly picked up the scent of roasted coffee beans from the car’s circulation system.

Ashton realized that they were driving in circles by identifying these scents. He would be able to pinpoint their exact location as long as he was given a city map.

"They’re insane to actually place the laboratory inside the city center-" I whispered.

But I had to admit that Daisy was indeed smart. No one would have guessed that Genome Society’s laboratory was actually inside Huma’s city center.

"Should we call the police and tell Zion and the others?" I looked at Dexter.

He shook his head. "Daisy is crucial to Genome Society. She also has the most access to the higher-ups. I’m not confident about Dayton, so we shouldn’t alert them for now."

Dexter always made sure everything was perfectly planned.

Dayton was a little lovestruck at that moment he was completely focused on Xandra now. Dexter was worried that he might mess things up, which was why he had to keep Daisy around as a backup plan.

"Daisy’s plan is to use Una’s body to restore her youth. That’s also why she took you in back then and even allowed feelings to develop between Damien and you," Dexter replied in a gruff voice.

I looked at him in surprise. "But our genetics are different-"

Did Daisy have the same genetics as well?

"Daisy and Nancy are experimental subjects with the same genetics. They’re the second-generation experimental subjects, and you’re the third-generation." Dexter looked at me worriedly.

"As expected." I nodded. After combining it with Xandra’s words, it all made sense now.

No wonder Ashton said Daisy was one of us. No wonder Miguel said he had brought Daisy out from the laboratory.

"It seems like Miguel also invested in Genome Society," I said with a low voice.

That Miguel wasn’t much of a good person either.

"He was one of the earliest philanthropists. When Genome Society first entered the Huma market, they claimed to be doing work that was beneficial to humanity combating cancer, genetic diseases, and such. "That was why Miguel had been funding Genome Society. But later on, he discovered their terrifying secret and probably spent a fortune buying out the experimental subjects’ lives."

Just like how I was brought to the laboratory by Genome Society, with a clear price tag for the wealthy to " sponsor" me.

These wealthy people seemed to be able to do whatever they wanted. And Genome Society provided them a secret place for such purposes. It truly was terrifying.

Dexter said, "All these years, Genome Society has been providing wealthy individuals worldwide clean organ sources, clone subjects, offspring, genome-edited descendants, and other services.

"They would even provide many inhuman and terrifying things, like using abducted women and children as blood banks or cerebrospinal fluid extraction sources."

Dexter’s words sounded cold, yet Genome Society had done things far crueler than what he had just said.

They had built a vast network worldwide to amass wealth and conduct experiments that went against humanity and nature. They had already developed many undisclosable secrets in places ordinary people would never imagine-things like clones, reincarnation, and immortality.

Humans had always been crueler than expected.

"Is Damien really dead just like that?" I asked softly. Dexter remained silent, a conflicting look on his gaze.