Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 343

Chapter 343: CHAPTER 343 Chapter 343: CHAPTER 343 “Did Joel go missing?” I looked at Zion and asked.

“Where’s Damien?” Zion looked at me warily.

Clearly, Joel was part of Dexter and Damien’s final plan.

“Damien slept poorly last night and became sick today.

He’s currently sleeping.” I walked over to Zion and continued, ‘Would you believe me if I said I’m Sophia Milford, Zion?” Zion was taken aback, looking at me with a frown.

“She’s not!” Ashton ran out and denied my words.

“Now she’s not,” he said with reddening eyes, throwing himself into Zion’s arms.

“She’s not my mom, Zion!” Zion was perplexed.

After all, Dexter did not tell anyone other than Joel and Damien before doing all of this.

I looked down at Ashton, who was hugging Zion, and frowned.

His eyes were red and filled with anger.

How could a child have so much anger in him?

He was truly disobedient I reached out to pull Ashton by his collar and smiled at Zion.

‘He refused to eat properly, so I gave him a scolding.

Now, he’s throwing a tantrum.

I just want to know where Dexter is.” I looked at Zion anxiously.

“Daisy used me to threaten Dexter to help her with her reincarnation project.

I don’t know why I woke up in Una’s body.” Zion remained wary as he looked at me.

It was as if he couldn’t believe my words, but at the same time, he was trying to digest them.

“I have things to attend to.

I need to find Joel and capture Carol.

You…” A staunch materialist like Zion was also starting to waver.

After all, the gradual exposure of the laboratories and the experiments that could change one’s beliefs had truly shaken his confidence.

I stood frowning as I watched Zion hurriedly step away, his face paling “We detected Dexter’s DNA in the remains of some of the destroyed human tissues found in the laboratory underneath the university town.

There’s a high chance that he’s dead.” Zion suddenly stopped while walking into the living room.

He wasn’t planning to tell me in the first place, but he probably changed his mind since I told him that I was Sophia.

He lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.

He dared not turn around or look at me.

He was afraid that I was truly Sophia and would find horror, fear, and hurt in my gaze.

I stood frozen in place.

I found it somewhat hard to breathe, but I believed that I was clear-headed and aware.

I knew that it was impossible for me to feel upset for him.

But why did my body start trembling uncontrollably?

Zion turned around to glance at me before quickly walking away.

I remained standing still.

My grip on Ashton’s collar grew tighter.

How could Dexter die?

He was so smart-he wouldn’t die.

He wasn’t a fool.

Why would he throw himself into danger again and again just to ensure that I live on?

Did he not know that my love and feelings for him in the past were all just an act?

But somehow, my face felt numb.

Tears started dripping onto the back of my hands.

Was I crying?

Why was I crying?

Why was it so hard for me to breathe?

“Let me go!” Ashton yelled, still struggling.

I looked down at him and raised my hand, about to hit him.

Such a disobedient brat had to be disciplined until he gave in.

Wasn’t this my usual way of doing things?

But somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to hit him.

“Let me go!

I want my dad!

I want my dad!” Ashton continued to struggle and cry.

At that moment, he was just like an ordinary child crying for his father.

At the end of the hallway, Xan stood holding her Rubik’s cube with reddening eyes.

She then turned around and ran out of the door.

With a frown, I looked down numbly at my hand.

Ashton bit me and ran after Xan right as I loosened up.

My feet felt heavy.

Deep down, a voice was urging me to run after them or there would be danger.

Yet, I remained in place.

“The both of them will stay by your side on my behalf, Sophia.” I seemed to hear Dexter’s voice while in a daze.

I should have hated him for messing up my plan and forcefully messing with my memories.

Because of him, I had to live like a fool who was played around by people like Damien and Juliet.

But why couldn’t I stop my tears from flowing?

“Ashton!

Xan!” I eventually ran after them.

The police had secured the entrance of the entire laboratory under Huma University with cordon lines.

I had followed Zion’s car here.

Ashton and Xan had climbed into the back of his trunk while he drove away.

I got out of the car, wanting to head in, but I was stopped by the police.

“Eason!

Ashton and Xan just went inside!” I shouted when I saw Eason.

He looked at me warily from the entrance.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes were rimmed red, a clear sign that he had been crying.

Perhaps he was overwhelmed with grief after detecting Dexter’s DNA in the human tissues, or he might be furious that Joel had helped Carol escape.

“I Dexter…dead?” I asked softly.

I felt as if tiny needles were prickling my heart.

Eason fell silent.

After a while, he said, “Sofia’s body is relatively intact, and she was confirmed dead.

Dexter wouldn’t have hesitated to give up his life to protect his wife.

Now with her dead, do you really think Dexter could still be alive?’ His question rendered me silent.

“He mentioned that he had to die,’ Eason said bitterly.

Indeed, he had to die.

He uncovered the secrets to reincarnation and genetics, and he also held the key to immortality.

He was actually the most valuable asset to Genome Society.

The reason they were watching “Sophia” so closely was actually to control Dexter.

That was why Dexter would say that he had to die.

How else would “Sophia” be able to live a normal life?

“Is he a fool…” I muttered.

I should have been laughing at his foolishness.

“How ironic.

Everyone thought he was a fool to go such lengths for a woman, yet he’s actually a genius.” Even Eason found it ironic.

I remained silent for the longest time.

I then said, “Ashton and Xan slipped in following Zion.

Please find them and get them home safely.

Thank you.” For some reason, I dared not enter the place.

My mind kept repeating the memories before my reincarnation.

I was brought underground.

Dexter said in a hoarse and low voice, “If there really is a next life, Sophia, it’s your turn to look for me and love me more, okay?” He looked so hurt pleading for “Sophia” to love him more.

But what exactly was love?

Wasn’t it the cheapest thing?

Wouldn’t love be just a weakness?

I turned around and got into the car.

I realized that my fingers had turned white from my tight grip.

When did I start having such unnecessary feelings and emotions?

I could actually feel a suffocating sense of despair and a painful sting of grief-and even some indescribable, maddening feelings.

What exactly were all these?

Fuck, they should get out of my head.

I shouldn’t harbor these unnecessary feelings.

They were all useless to me and would only affect my judgments and decisions.

Just as I was trying to regulate my breathing, someone opened the door to the passenger seat and climbed in.

It was a face that was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

It was the experimental subject who managed to escape the lab capsule with the newborn experimental subject back when Nancy had confined me in the laboratory.

He glanced at me and flashed me a smile.

‘Long time no see.’ He, too, had immediately recognized that I wasn’t Una but Sophia.