Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 314

Chapter 314: CHAPTER 314 Chapter 314: CHAPTER 314 “I want to meet Dexter.” I looked at Daisy.

I wanted to tell Dexter that he shouldn’t help her with her experiment by all means.

Damien wasn’t a good man in a traditional sense.

He had done many wrong things to Sophia Milford after all.

But he hadn’t necessarily done anything wrong if we considered the fact that his mind was unstable.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely a bad person at his core.

Damien had been trying his best to become a complete personality.

It would be just too cruel to wipe him off from this world and have someone else to occupy his body.

“I’ll never let you meet him before the experiment succeeds.” Daisy chuckled coldly.

She was too smart to let me interfere with Dexter’s choice and experiment.

She had to make sure the experiment went on smoothly.

“Do you think Miguel really loves you?

Do you think a normal person would fall in love with a clone subject?

You’re so pathetic!” I pounded on the glass, staring angrily at Daisy.

I needed to do something to stop their experiment.

What should I do?

I didn’t know what to do.

Perhaps my words truly hit a sore spot.

Daisy glared at me darkly and said in a low voice, “I suggest you know your place, Sophia.

Or I won’t be merciful to you.” I clenched my fists tightly.

Worried that she might harm my two children, I could only hold myself back from provoking her for now.

But judging from Daisy’s reaction and attitude, it seemed that Miguel might not really love her at all.

How pathetic.

Even clones couldn’t escape from being swayed by emotions.

No wonder Una often said that love was a person’s Achilles’ heel.

No wonder those fiction novels talked about abandoning one’s emotions in order to truly achieve success.

I pounded angrily on the glass door as I watched Daisy leave.

With us in her hands, Dexter would surely agree to help her with her experiment.

Was there really no hope for Damien now?

I slid down onto the ground listlessly, looking down with a complex feeling.

In my memories, right until the end of my life, I had always hated myself and never truly hated Damien.

There was no true hatred when true love never existed.

I clearly knew that my love for Damien was merely dependency, gratitude, and an illusion.

It was Dexter whom I truly loved.

But even without loving Damien, I still felt a sense of regret.

Damien was a smart person.

He just didn’t know how to love-it didn’t warrant his death.

“Don’t be afraid, Mom.

Dad will come to our rescue.” Ashton thought that I was afraid.

He threw himself into my embrace to comfort me.

Xan also handed her Rubik’s cube to me in hopes of distracting me.

But I wasn’t even worried about the dangers of being trapped here.

A sense of helplessness washed over me.

The three of us could only wait in ignorance for Dexter to come and get us.

After some time, the door to the lab capsule opened up, and the glass slid aside.

I shielded the children behind me as I stared warily at the entrance.

Daisy’s assistant walked in.

I remembered him his name was Joshua Young.

“Please come with me,” Joshua said indifferently, asking for us to follow him.

I eyed him warily and frowned, following him.

“Where are we going?” Joshua remained silent, as if he were an obedient robot.

I remembered him as an obedient, puppet-like assistant.

He only listened to Daisy’s commands, not unlike a loyal dog.

“At least tell us where we’re going!” I grabbed at Joshua’s arm angrily.

He frowned, as if he had severe germaphobia.

He stared disdainfully at my hand and indicated for me to let go.

Once I let go of my grip, he took out a disinfectant spray to spray on the spot I had grabbed him.

I was speechless.

He truly was crazy!

Even Eason, with his germaphobia, wasn’t as annoying as Joshua.

As expected, it wouldn’t look as bad without any comparison.

I used to find Eason’s germaphobia irritating before meeting Joshua.

But now, I found Eason much more tolerable.

“The surgery has ended.

Mrs.

Coleman asked for you,” Joshua said reluctantly.

I frowned, following behind him.

The surgery Joshua mentioned was probably the Reincarnation Project.

Had their experiment ended?

What about Damien, then?

I clenched my fists nervously as I hurriedly caught up behind Joshua, eager to know the answer and result.

As expected, my heart sank upon entering the experiment area.

“Heartbeat has stopped.” The medical equipment emitted a deafening buzz, indicating that the patient’s heart had ceased to beat.

The person declared dead was Miguel.

Daisy was evidently anxious.

She was biting on her fingers as she paced around.

She was still harboring a glimmer of hope for Miguel to wake up in the youthful body on the operating table on the other side.

There were two operating tables in the entire laboratory.

Miguel and Damien were occupying each table.

Daisy was too anxious to pay any attention to us.

She was waiting outside for Damien’s body to wake up.

There were something similar to electrodes attached on both Miguel’s and Damien’s heads.

I wasn’t sure what they were probably something Dexter used for the soul reincarnation project.

“You’re crazy!

He’s the son you raised for over 20 years.

Do you not have any feelings toward him at all?” I lost my composure as I questioned Daisy, Yet she coldly replied, “Would a farmer not put the livestocks they raised on the table simply because they’ve grown attached to them?

I raised and created him all for this very day where he would give back to me, didn’t I?” I looked at Daisy with a frown.

She truly was crazy.

That was someone’s life we were talking about!

Were clone subjects not considered lives in the eyes of these humans?

Were humans allowed to trample and destroy them at will?

Would humans in the future start mass-producing clone armies and send them to the battlefield?

After all, no one would care or be heartbroken if they died.

The glass door to the operating room opened up, and Dexter walked out.

His gaze averted when he looked at me.

He was probably worried that I might blame him.

He softly called out my name, “Sophia, I’m sorry.

I had no choice.” I stood helplessly outside of the laboratory.

I felt conflicted at that very moment.

Dexter clearly had no choice in order to save me, Ashton, and Xan.

But this experiment was just too cold and unhinged.

Daisy anxiously rushed into the operating room to wait for Damien to wake up.

She first walked over to Miguel and gently caressed his face.

“You’ve done your best, Miguel.” She then walked over to Damien and smiled.

“Sleep well.

I’ll be waiting for you.” I knew that Daisy would not let us leave before Damien woke up.

She wanted us to witness the grand moment together.

“Did the experiment succeed?” I asked Dexter softly.

He whispered, “I’m not sure.

The success rate of the experiment is extremely low.” I asked, “How would she know that the person waking up is her husband and not Damien, then?” What I meant was, what if Damien was the one who woke up yet he had planned ahead and disguised himself as Miguel?

“Daisy told Miguel a secret code that only both of them knew before he entered the operating room.

So she’ll know whether the person who wakes up is Miguel just by asking for the secret code,” Dexter replied, his voice low.

I took a deep breath.

Judging by how unhinged Daisy was, we would probably be disposed of if the experiment failed.