Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

Dexter was never one to be overly sentimental, but he cried for the longest time that night, clearly feeling aggrieved. I could only hold him close while comforting him.

Perhaps it was due to losing a leg that he had become extremely sensitive -he couldn’t even sleep soundly.

Linda had mentioned that Dexter could only manage to sleep with the help of some medications while he was still in the asylum’s underground sterile ward

However, those medications had severe side effects and were damaging to the body.

As such, I forbade him from taking those sleeping pills after bringing him back, and he had never complained about it.

He could only sleep soundly with me by his side. He would wake up alert even if I shifted slightly.

I leaned against the headboard as I watched Dexter, who had fallen asleep after exhausting himself from crying. I dared not move in case I woke him up.

The lights were dim outside the window, and it was eerily quiet in the mountain.

Dexter was sound asleep, yet I was the one unable to fall asleep now.

We were all feeling confused and scared of the road ahead.

Technology and medical advancement continued to progress, but as we moved forward, we needed to ponder where humanity was heading.

The morning rays filtered into the room through the curtains.

I rubbed my eyes, which were swollen from insomnia, and looked at Dexter’s face. I marveled at his long eyelashes.

I burrowed myself into his embrace and drifted into sleep peacefully.

Dexter was no longer in the room by the time I woke up. I realized that he could get the kids to unlock the doors from the outside.

I jolted up and hurried down the bed, feeling anxious.

Dexter came in just then. He looked somewhat diffident when we locked eyes. Leaning anxiously against his crutches, he softly said, "I just... went down for a walk. I didn’t go anywhere else."

When I remained silent, he continued, "I told you last night, Ashton can open the doors. I knew you didn’t sleep well last night, so I didn’t bother waking you up."

Dexter was worried that I might be upset. He got even more anxious when I stayed quiet. "I won’t go out anymore if it makes you upset."

Relieved, I walked over and bit on his arm as an act of revenge. He endured the pain and allowed me to bite him.

My eyes were red when I whispered, "I was scared that you left me."

"I won’t. I won’t leave you anymore." Dexter shook his head and dropped his crutches to hug me.

I grabbed his clothes tight and said, "Don’t ever leave me again, Dexter.’

He hummed a reply and patted my hand comfortingly. He then took out a rose from his pocket and said, "The flowers are blooming beautifully outside."

I took the flower and said softly. "Let’s head down together."

Dexter seemed happy. ’Really?’

Inodded. I couldn’t keep him locked forever.

I looked at him and said, ’But I’ll put you on a leash if you wander away without my permission again."

Dexter was amused. ’Only Stevie would need to be put on a leash."

"Stevie is obedient and doesn’t wander away. It also doesn’t have such a high IQ," I said with gritted teeth. Dexter tried playing cute as he said, "I’m sorry, wifey’

I gestured for him to sit in his wheelchair so that I could push him downstairs.

Peaceful days never lasted long. Dexter and I were soaking up the sun in the courtyard. Ashton was blowing bubbles, and Xan remained sitting under the shade as she fiddled with her Rubik’s cube.

But our peaceful life was interrupted.

Now that Sarah had found out that Dexter and I were still alive, Genome Society would never let valuable assets like us go easily.

Damien had left plenty of bodyguards around, yet they were no match for the people sent by Genome Society. They had trained numerous henchmen, all of whom were expensive mercenaries.

I looked at Dexter before turning to look at Ashton and Xan, who remained calm. "Get your dad back into the room and make sure the doors are locked," I whispered.

Dexter was someone Genome Society’s mastermind desperately wanted. He was considered a technician, as he was the only one who could decode the souls and genetic code and ’reincarnate’ souls.

Ashton walked over to his side and whispered, "Let’s go back to the room, Dad."

Dexter grabbed my hand and shook his head. ’I’ll be fine."

He seemed confident.

I stood behind him as we waited for those people to climb over the walls and rush in.

"Come with us," the leader of the group said.

I glanced at Dexter. Damien would have received the news by now, but it would take some time for his support to arrive.

"Your goal is to bring us back alive, right?" I looked at them before taking a knife out and pressing it against Dexter’s neck. "Your boss’ plans will be completely ruined if he ends up dead."

The leader was taken aback. He clearly looked afraid, for they had to bring him back alive.

Ashton looked at me angrily. "I knew you weren’t my mom-you’re a bad woman! You’d better not hurt my dad!

Resigned, Dexter looked at him and said, "Don’t talk to your mom like this."

Ashton huffed and replied, "She’s not my mom!"

"She is," Dexter continued to tell him. ’Watch your tone with your mom."

"You’re a lovestruck fool, Dad!" Ashton huffed angrily. He then ignored us and took up a branch to draw on the ground.

The group of mercenaries was stunned looking at our casual interaction. They could only call their boss for further instructions.

I kept my vigilance as I listened to the leader’s call. "That woman is threatening to kill Dexter with a knife, boss."

"Find a way to bring him back alive." The voice was deep and calm, belonging to a man.

I couldn’t tell if the person on the other end of the call was the mastermind. But judging from the mercenary’s respectful tone, I figured that he was someone of importance in Genome Society.

"Since you need him alive, you won’t be able to live if he’s dead." I pressed the knife into Dexter’s neck. "I’ll kill him first before killing myself. In any event, I won’t let him go with you!"

The leader could tell that I was stalling for time, but they had no other options.

"What do we do?" the other mercenaries asked nervously.

The leader looked at me warily and said softly, "We won’t hurt both of you. Come with us, and our boss will shower you with wealth and fortune you can never imagine."

Genome Society was indeed a huge treasure vault. But unfortunately, we weren’t interested in it.

"I know you’re stalling for time. Do you think Damien will be able to save you like that? I’m afraid he’s in no position to save you today," the leader said, suggesting for me to give up resisting.

I silently cursed Damien. I wasn’t sure what Genome Society did to keep him occupied.

"Who says I’m waiting for Damien?" I flashed him a smile.

"Put your knife down!"

Soon enough, dozens of cars surrounded the villa.

I wasn’t only waiting for Damien’s men-there were still those from the Rebels.

Given that we were targeted by Genome Society and Dexter was crucial to them, the Rebels certainly wouldn’t hand him over without a fight.

As such, both sides would fight to get their hands on him.

Of course, as his successful sample for the reincarnation project, I was just an accessory to him.

Now that the Rebels were here, we wouldn’t be taken away by Genome Society. However, we couldn’t escape either way we had to choose between going with Genome Society or the Rebels.

Dexter knew what I was thinking. If we went with the Rebels, at least Carol wouldn’t do anything to me for now since Joel was there.