Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 242

Chapter 242: CHAPTER 242 Chapter 242: CHAPTER 242 The woman wearing glasses exuded an air of sophistication and composure.

She appeared to be older than I was.

Yet, her flawless and refined complexion made it impossible to guess her true age.

I stared cautiously at the woman standing before me, sensing a strange feeling of danger.

“The situation in which Sofia injured Madison’s husband was an act of self-defense.

It was Madison’s husband who attempted to harm Sofia with a knife.

She acted to defend herself, managing to grab the knife and fight back, resulting in only a minor injury.” Eason had finally finished vomiting, and now, he could showcase his intellect.

He pushed Joel away in disgust and walked over to Charles and Martin.

“As Sofia’s father, did you say that your daughter has been emotionally unstable since she was a child?” Charles furiously pointed at Sofia and exclaimed, “Yes, this little bitch has been a lunatic since childhood.

As a parent, I request her to undergo a psychiatric evaluation!” Eason sneered.

It appeared that the expert had already provided some advice before Charles arrived.

It was a shame that Charles didn’t seem to grasp it.

“Sofia was taken away by your former nanny, who also became her adoptive mother, shortly after she was born.

She has not been living with you ever since.

You’ve never been involved in raising her.

So, why do you claim that she has been emotionally unstable since childhood?

“I believe you’re the one who’s emotionally unstable and in need of a psychiatric evaluation.” “As long as she’s a mentally stable person and entitled to basic human rights, no one has the right to restrict her freedom and confine her to an asylum!” Eason added firmly.

The woman with glasses smiled and calmly moved Charles aside before walking to the front.

She wore a suit skirt and high heels.

She effortlessly took out her phone.

“I have a video here of Sofia instigating a homeless teenager to seek revenge against her classmates.

This form of aggression, you see…

Shouldn’t the family be concerned about this?” Martin was surprised and smiling.

He seemed pleased with today’s reinforcements.

Frowning, I glanced at the video playing on her phone.

Sofia had been caring for those homeless children since she turned 18.

These children deeply respected and admired her, to the point where they would bravely defend her if anyone dared to bully her.

“This video can only show that these children must have witnessed Sofia being threatened and hurt, so they immediately rushed to protect her.” Eason made it clear that he would never let anyone take me away today.

“Is that so?” The woman smiled and gave Martin a thoughtful glance.

Martin nodded and gestured toward the surrounding subordinates.

She was deliberately wasting time to target me…

I saw the people around Martin suddenly turning around and walking toward me.

Although he was unarmed, the threat looming over him was exceptionally grave.

Almost subconsciously, I wanted to fight back, but Dexter hugged me tightly.

He shielded me in his arms, immediately stepping forward and kicking at those about to approach me.

Eason sneered and said faintly, “Only mentally ill patients with violent tendencies can be subjected to compulsory medical treatment.

No agency has the right to confine citizens in an asylum without a court decision.” “Madam, I understand your desire to provoke Sofia.

However, it’s important to note that even if you manage to anger her, sending someone to an asylum in Huma requires a court decision.” She nodded with a smile.

“You misunderstood.” I gripped Dexter’s wrist tightly.

She was deliberately trying to provoke me…

“Sofia, aren’t you curious about my identity?” The woman exuded confidence and appeared to have numerous means to have me sent to an asylum.

I looked at her warily.

I was not curious at all.

Dexter instinctively positioned himself in front of me, glaring at her with a clear sense of warning, “Who are you?

Charles is Sofia’s father, after all, and Martin is also a member of the Black family.

What about you?” Eason signaled to the approaching woman to stop.

“Hi, I’m Nancy Lee, a doctor in the field of psychiatry and also Dr.

Peter Jones’ senior,” she confidently introduced herself as a psychiatrist with a smile.

I glanced at her instinctively.

Was she Peter’s senior?

Peter was approaching 50 years old.

I couldn’t help but wonder about her age…

“Doctor?

You look like you’re in your.

But you’re a doctor?” Eason scrutinized Nancy from head to toe.

Nancy flipped her hair.

“Thank you so much.

I’m 52 years old.” As soon as Nancy uttered those words, all eyes turned toward her.

52?

If Nancy dressed more youthfully and claimed to be 25, some people would actually believe her.

Nowadays, medical technology had advanced tremendously, making medical aesthetics incredibly powerful.

Many celebrities appeared to be in their 20s when they were actually in their 40s.

However, aging remained an undeniable force and could still be detected through various visible signs.

Nonetheless, the woman in front of me exuded a mature demeanor, making it difficult to accurately determine her age by solely observing her face or neck.

“Are you seriously 52 years old?” Zion was equally astonished.

It was difficult to tell her age.

Nancy smiled and spoke, her eyes locking with mine, “In today’s world, the field of medical aesthetics has significantly advanced, ensuring that patients receive excellent care and maintain a positive mindset.

Sofia, are you really not going to talk to me?

Biologically speaking, I’m your mother.” I suddenly released Dexter’s hand and looked at Nancy in disbelief.

Mother?

Ha…

she really had the nerve to say that.

I sneered and shifted my gaze to Nadia.

“I should be a mere genetic experiment for some organization.

Mother?

Do I even have a mother?

Wasn’t I supposed to be born after her ten-month pregnancy?” “Mrs.

Miller and Mr.

Miller were unable to conceive due to infertility.

They did not have their own viable eggs or sperm.

However, Mrs.

Miller underwent in vitro fertilization using my eggs and the sperm of another remarkable man.” Nancy didn’t try to conceal it whatsoever.

She even dared to mention it right in front of the police.

Evidently, following Peter’s demise, the organization wanted her to closely surveil my every move.

“What does it have to do with me?” I asked Nancy.

Nancy just smiled.

“Sofia, you and Sophia…

are both my daughters.” I chuckled.

“Bah, aren’t we all just your experimental subjects?

Are you the leader of Genome Society?

What’s the matter now?

Finally ready to stop hiding and show yourself?” The genetic organization selected excellent test products, ensuring high-quality talents as genetic candidates.

Nancy, being a doctor in psychiatry, undoubtedly represented a standout individual.

Her eggs needed to be combined with the sperm of another exceptional man to create an experimental embryo like Sophia.

This embryo would undergo genome editing and artificial intervention, followed by cloning experiments to yield multiple experimental subjects.

This was how Sophia and Sofia were created.

“Sofia, what are you talking about?

Why can’t I understand?” Nancy asked with a smile.

“You don’t get it?

Your people watch me every day as if they want to put a camera on my head…

What part of that don’t you understand?” I gazed at her cautiously.

She remained calm and perceptive, able to discern the other person’s emotions and identify flaws in their words.

“Sofia, you’re experiencing delusions of persecution, and it’s a serious matter.” “After all, Mrs.

Miller is the mother who brought you into this world.

She’s acting out of concern for your well-being.

You need to come with me for treatment.” She began making accusations against me, gradually driving me to madness.

Eventually, she would take me away.

I had a strong feeling that the organization had suffered a major blow this time.

Quinn had exposed their facade, and now they were desperate to regain control.

And unfortunately, I was the one they were determined to apprehend.

They were determined to bring me back as their experimental subject.

Hence, Nancy’s sudden appearance was just to ensure that I would be brought back properly.

It was clear that the police had their eye on me, and only a “reasonable” arrest could alleviate their doubts.

“Sofia, you have a sister who’s the same age as you.

Don’t you want to meet her?

Four years ago, Andy and Sophia’s parents had a car accident on the viaduct.

My daughter was in Andy’s car.” “She and Sophia are identical twins, and they look almost exactly the same.

She lost her memory after she woke up.

Recently, she suddenly regained her memory and said she was Sophia.” On the other hand, Sophia, who was me, awoke with amnesia and appeared to be an entirely different individual.

“I have a suspicion.

During the chaotic car accident, Damien Coleman mistakenly took the wrong person.

He took my daughter away, and the real Sophia was mistakenly identified as my daughter and returned to me,” I gazed at Nancy, my entire body tense and my fingers trembling.

Despite being aware of Nancy’s deliberate attempt to provoke me and the presence of glaring loopholes in her words, I found myself unable to control the tremors coursing through me.

It dawned on me that her words were not only aimed at me but also intended for Dexter.

“Dexter, don’t you want to meet the real Sophia?” As expected, Nancy directed her question to Dexter.