Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: CHAPTER 311 Chapter 311: CHAPTER 311 “That lady is one of us, Mom,” Ashton whispered while looking toward Mrs.

Coleman’s direction.

I stiffened momentarily.

I then crouched down to Ashton and asked nervously, “One of us?

What do you mean?” Xan softly said, “Una has the same vibes as you do, Mom.” Was the “vibes” Xan talking about genetics?

We have the same genes.

“That lady too.” Ashton looked at Mrs.

Coleman.

A chill ran down my spine at that moment.

Mrs.

Coleman and I also had the same genes?

What did that mean?

Combining these with what Xandra heard from the abductors about me being the third-generation experimental subject and Nancy being the second-generation…

Nancy was the superior of Genome Society’s laboratory, and so was Mrs.

Coleman.

Why would Genome Society trust them so much?

Was it because they used to be experimental subjects and were cloned using the same gene sequence?

I chuckled self-deprecatingly.

What a scary thought.

“Do you like it?” Mrs.

Coleman was asking Una if she liked the handbags in the luxury goods store.

Una glanced at the handbags indifferently and remained silent.

“We’ll take all of these,” Mrs.

Coleman calmly said.

She was acting according to her own preference.

The way she was looking at Una was full of joy and admiration.

It was overwhelmingly so, making me feel somewhat afraid.

Her gaze was tinged with naked desire, as if admiring a new piece of clothing.

Clearly, she was planning something that involved Una.

“This shirt suits you.

You’ll definitely like it.” Mrs.

Coleman was now picking out clothes for Damien.

He frowned, his face pale as he said, “I don’t like it.” Mrs.

Coleman’s smile faded.

“I’ve been picking out clothes for you since you were young, Damien.

How can you say that you don’t like it?” Damien’s hands were curled into tight fists.

I could see the popping veins on the back of his palm.

“It suits you so much.” Mrs.

Coleman picked up a tie and compared it against him.

“This tie is also something you’d like…” It was as if she was talking to herself.

I brought Ashton and Xan to hide in a corner to observe that peculiar family.

I wasn’t the only one who found them scary.

Even the salesperson probably thought so and was just forcing a smile.

That family looked handsome and beautiful, but the atmosphere around them seemed strange.

The things Mrs.

Coleman bought for Una were all based on her own preference.

“Here, let’s see if this necklace looks good on my daughter-in-law.” She chose the most expensive necklace, which was only accessible to VIPs.

She was rather generous as that jewelry set was worth millions.

“You’re so generous toward your daughter-in-law,” the salesperson said excitedly, beaming with joy.

“Of course, they’ll be registering their marriage tomorrow!” Mrs.

Coleman seemed to be enjoying herself, yet Damien and Una were indifferent, as if they didn’t know each other at all.

The salesperson glanced awkwardly at the two of them, unsure of what to say.

Was this a pre-arranged marriage by the mother-in-law?

I was surprised as well.

Were they going to register their marriage tomorrow?

Damien’s marriage was proceeding quickly now with Juliet out of the picture.

Juliet had been scheming so much just to marry into the Coleman family back then.

It was rather laughable looking back at it now.

Mrs.

Coleman had always treated her as trash, toying with her as if she was just a prey.

Back on the cruise, Mrs.

Coleman had killed Juliet without any hesitation.

Perhaps she thought that a woman of such class like Juliet had contaminated her son.

As expected from her terrifying control and possessiveness.

“You can shop on your own.

I’ll head back with Una first.” Damien probably couldn’t be bothered to continue pretending any longer.

He took Una by her wrist and left.

The smile on Mrs.

Coleman’s face faded, but it was as if she did not care at all.

She continued to ask the salesperson to pack up everything she liked.

“Send them to the same address as last time.” Mrs.

Coleman walked out of the shop over ten minutes later.

I secretly followed her out with Ashton and Xan.

“Don’t follow too closely, Mom.

She has bodyguards behind her,” Ashton reminded me as he tugged at me.

Only then did I realize that there were bodyguards constantly following Mrs.

Coleman about ten yards away.

It was fortunate that we did not follow her too closely.

“Call a cab, Mom.

Don’t take your car,” Ashton reminded once again.

I gave him a thumbs-up before bringing them into the cab.

“Drive up and go in front of that Maybach, mister,” Ashton spoke up assertively.

The cab driver was amused.

“I’m surprised you knew what a Maybach is, kid.” Ashton smiled and replied, “I know a lot of things, mister!” I stared at him dumbly.

That boy truly had a dramatic personality.

Xan continued to play with her Rubik’s cube and only looked up occasionally.

I realized that Ashton loved to perform while Xan was more reserved.

“Slow down at the intersection ahead, mister.

Let the Maybach overtake us,” Ashton softly instructed.

When following another car, we shouldn’t tailgate or start directly behind it.

Instead, we should stay in front and get within the chauffeur’s initial line of sight.

We should only slow down to follow behind the car at the intersection.

It was especially so for cabs.

That way, we would be less likely to be noticed by the people in the other car.

“Alright.” The cab driver only found it amusing as he followed Ashton’s instructions.

“Is someone you know there in the Maybach, kid?” the cab driver asked.

“It’s my grandmother.

I want to give her a surprise.

So, you can’t let them notice us, mister!” It was as if Ashton’s ability to lie was inherent and as easy as breathing.

I took a deep breath and looked at him.

Our cab followed Mrs.

Coleman throughout her journey.

She seemed to be in a good mood, completely forgetting the fact that she might be getting followed.

The car stopped at a high-end sanatorium in Fedora Hills.

We stopped the car nearby, and I brought Ashton and Xan to hide among the bushes.

Mrs.

Coleman got out of the car.

She even took out a mirror to reapply her lipstick before entering the sanatorium.

“Do you want to go in, Mom?” Ashton asked, looking at me.

I nodded.

However, sanatoriums like this usually had strict security.

He said, “I’ll wait at the entrance with Xan when you go in later, Mom.

We won’t run around.

We’ll stay with the doorman.” I nodded.

Ashton then ruffled Xan’s hair.

It was as if Xan instantly understood Ashton’s meaning.

She got up and ran toward the doorman.

“Mister!

Mister!

My mom, my brother, and I got lost, but my mom’s tummy hurts.

Can you let my mom use the washroom inside?” The doorman seemed to hesitate, but Xan was just too adorable.

“Where’s your mother?” I walked out while holding Ashton, clutching my stomach as if I was in pain.

“I’ll report it while you register yourselves.” The doorman stuck by the protocol, yet our cover would be blown as soon as he reported us.

“My mom won’t go anywhere else, mister.

We’ll wait right here.

Please let my mom go.

She’ll come out quickly,” Xan said coquettishly, tugging at the doorman’s shirt.

“Do you play Rubik’s cube, mister?” she asked again.

The doorman was swayed by Xan’s adorable acts.

He smiled and said, “Alright, alright.

Hurry up and head inside.

The children can stay with me for now.” I nodded and slipped in while clutching my stomach.

Following Mrs.

Coleman’s trail, I found her in the garden behind the sanatorium.

She was pushing through a wheelchair and smiling sweetly.

She said, “You’ll recover from your illness soon, Miguel.” The middle-aged man in the wheelchair with graying temples shook his head with a smile.

“There’s no need to force it.

The end of one’s life is not the end of all.” I hid myself nearby.

Just as Mrs.

Coleman turned the wheelchair around, I was frozen in shock.

That white-haired middle-aged man looked exactly like Damien.

Other than the fact that he had aged, it was clear that they were modeled from the same mold.

They wouldn’t have looked so strikingly alike if they were only father and son.