Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

"You’re already an adult. You should have your own thoughts and not be easily swayed by others. You should also live your own life, so you should learn how to stand for yourself," Dexter calmly said, looking at Violette. She remained silent and continued eating her steak. We said nothing more, and the kids were also quietly eating their own food.

Xan quietly played with her Rubik’s cube, her presence often going unnoticed. She seemed to have a knack for quickly transforming it into patterns or even words that she liked.

The tiny squares of the Rubik’s cube would have given a headache to most people, but she was always having a great time with it.

Ashton seemed to have a natural instinct to look after and protect Xan since birth. With great effort, he cut the steak and pushed it over to Xan. He then patted her head and urged her to eat first.

Both of them seemed to have an unspoken emotional connection-they knew what the other was trying to say just by sharing a glance.

"Now that I’m looking, both Ashton and Xan took after their father.’ I glanced at Dexter, noticing how his unique mixed-race genes were reflected in the kids. Their deep-set eyes, high nose bridges, long eyelashes, and pale skin were traits of his.

He carefully studied them and said, ’I think they took after their mother instead."

I simply smiled without replying. After all, they were the products of both of our genes.

We dropped Violette off at home after dinner.

The entire trip was so peaceful it gave me the illusion that we were just an ordinary family leading a normal life-having dinner with friends and our children, going shopping together, buying things we liked, and enjoying our favorite snacks.

"I want some cotton candy, Dexter." We drove around Huma for a bit after leaving Violette’s place. We passed someone selling cotton candy by the roadside, and I suddenly had a craving for it.

Dexter parked the car and went down to buy some cotton candy, but he only came back with one serving.

Stunned, I asked, ’Did you not get any for Ashton and Xan?"

Dexter eyed Ashton. ’Go buy it yourself if you and Xan want some as well."

Ashton glanced at him before obediently getting out of the car to go buy some cotton candy.

"You’re not very good at this whole fatherhood thing. "I laughed amusedly before handing the cotton candy to Xan

She shook her head and said, "Dad bought it for you, Mom. You can have it."

Astonished, I gave Dexter a thumbs-up. Although he wasn’t the most reliable father, the kids surely were dependable.

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Even though the three of us were a family by blood, we still felt like strangers to each other. While Dexter and I were relatively familiar with each other, we were just getting to know the kids.

Ashton looked tiny as he stood by the food truck. Other female customers were busy taking photos of him. It was mainly because he was just too adorable and lovable, looking like a doll with his mixed-race features.

Dexter’s emotional intelligence was much higher than Dexter’s. He bought four servings in total-one for me, one for Dexter, and one each for himself and Xan.

I looked at the two servings in hand, feeling extremely loved by my family.

"Just have one, or you’ll end up with rotten teeth." Dexter even got jealous of Ashton. He took away one of my servings and handed it to Ashton. ’You can have two."

Ashton was at a loss for words as he looked at Dexter. Wouldn’t he end up with rotten teeth, then?

I held back my laughter and took a bite of my cotton candy. It tasted just like how it was during my childhood, but somehow, it lacked so much of the feelings from back then.

My mind often felt as if it was shrouded in fog. I wasn’t exactly clear-headed and couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d forgotten something.

Dexter drove us home. We then played with Stevie in the courtyard before retiring to bed.

Genome Society had been laying low as of recently. That was why we could live peacefully for now.

Dexter eagerly hired a moving company the next day. All of us then moved to his newly bought villa on the mountain. It was a luxurious villa that could easily accommodate ten people without feeling cramped.

I stood at the entrance, holding Ashton and Xan’s hands while looking at Dexter. "Must we stay in such a huge house on the mountain? It feels a little strange and empty."

Dexter brought Stevie to our new home and flashed a smile at me. "The air is fresh, the environment is good, and it’s really quiet here."

Leo still remained as our butler, helping us out in tending to the garden and cleanliness.

There was also a new caretaker other than Leo. It turned out to be Ms. Ewing, the previous caretaker from the Coleman residence. It was the same person who asked me in secret whether the cherry tree was blossoming.

"Ms. Ewing?" I asked in surprise.

"The Colemans have dismissed all their previous household staff and caretakers and hired new ones. I came over since Mr. Black was hiring caretakers," she explained.

Astonished, I looked at Dexter. He wasn’t someone who would hire strangers out of nowhere.

So why was Ms. Ewing here, then?

"Ms. Ewing is one of my people. You can trust her," Dexter comforted me softly.

I took in a deep breath, suddenly feeling chills running down my back.

Ms. Ewing was one of Dexter’s people? That disrupted my thoughts-1 wasn’t able to think clearly for a moment.

Did that mean that Ms. Ewing was also a multifaceted spy, and she was just pretending to cooperate in front of Peter?

But what did she mean when she asked me those mysterious questions before?

"Now that Miguel has reincarnated into Damien’s body, Daisy is worried that someone might notice the changes in him, causing unnecessary problems."

"That’s why she dismissed everyone who was taking care of them previously and hired new people," Dexter explained. But that wasn’t the explanation I wanted to hear.

I had a feeling that Ms. Ewing wasn’t just one of Dexter’s people. The way she interacted with me seemed like she was trying to verify my identity or confirm my memories.

I looked at Dexter for the longest time.

What exactly was he planning to do? Why would we suddenly move to this place?

I felt like Dexter was hiding a lot of things from me. It seemed like he was hiding them together with everyone else around me-including Ashton and Xan.

I’d think that something was amiss whenever I looked at them.

"I’ll head back to pack up the remaining things. You guys can go get some rest for now." Dexter asked Ms. Ewing to bring us to our rooms before driving away on his own.

I stood on the balcony of the master bedroom on the second floor. It had a perfect view of the winding mountain road, with nearly the entire mountain in sight.

The view was beautiful here, and it seemed to be relatively safe.

"Where are all our stuff kept? I want to have a look," I said, wanting to check the basement storage.

When I arrived, I noticed that this villa had a basement as the elevator seemed to go down to three additional floors.

However, Ms. Ewing stopped me and said, "You should have some warm milk and go to bed soon, miss."

I looked at her, alarmed. "Can’t I go down to have a look?"

"It’s not that. It’s just that it’s still messy and dirty downstairs, Ms. Ewing explained.

I Ignored her and pressed the elevator button down, heading directly to basement level three.

It was very spacious and dusty, filled with some old stuff.

This wasn’t a new villa-likely several decades old. The disorganized pile of old stuff belonged to the previous owner.

I walked over to the desk at the corner and looked at the items covered in dust. As I rummaged through them, I was surprised to find Sarah’s photo in one of the photo frames.

Sarah truly looked like me when she was younger-not Sofia Miller, but Sophia Milford.

The resemblance was as high as 80% and about 75% similar to my current body.

Was she really a first-generation experimental subject, with Daisy and Nancy being the second-generation, and me being the third generation?

What kind of secrets was Genome Society actually hiding? And how much had Dexter been hiding from me?

He told me that Dayton did not manage to meet the mastermind of Genome Society as they were very cautious. So, why was he acting strange recently?

I frowned, quickening my steps wanting to leave.

Perhaps Dexter already found out who the mastermind was and was anxious because of that.

Was he scared because he knew he wouldn’t be able to fight them? Was that why he was planning to face them on his own?

Someone struck me from behind with a bat as soon as I came out of the basement. I managed to get a glimpse of the person who hit me just before I lost my consciousness. It was Ms. Ewing.

She said, "It’s time to get back on track, miss."