Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 353

Chapter 353: CHAPTER 353 Chapter 353: CHAPTER 353 “Ms.

Ewing, tell everyone that I’m Sophia and that I’m back now!’ I angrily looked toward Ms.

Ewing, who was about to leave.” Damien’s expression darkened even more.

“Do you really not care about his sacrifice, Sophia?

You’re really as cold-blooded as usual-emotionless and heartless!

Dexter sacrificed himself just for you, so can’t you just stay here safely and take care of the children instead?” “Why do you care if he’s already dead?” I slapped him across the face before shaking my hand, feeling the impact from hitting him.

Damien’s eyes reddened from the slap.

He looked somewhat wronged, just like how he was when he was hit back when he was younger.

“You’re really heartless!” “Go, Ms.

Ewing,” I said in a low voice.

She nodded and was about to leave but was stopped by Damien’s bodyguards.

“You’re not allowed to leave the mountain,” Damien said softly, looking at me.

“I’m sorry, I promised Dexter.

I don’t care if you think that I’m imprisoning you, but I can’t let any of you go down the mountain.” He was arrogantly using such a way to protect me.

“We’re at a crucial point now.

You just have to stay here for a while.

I promise it won’t be for long, Sophia,” Damien said hoarsely.

I scoffed before asking, “Do you think you can keep me here, Damien?” He frowned.

“There’s no signal in the mountains, and I’ve cut off the internet.

I’ll assign bodyguards on constant watch.

You just have to stay here quietly for half a year.” Damien was confident that he and Dexter would be able to settle everything within half a year.

“So, he’s not dead yet, right?’ I smiled.

Damien was rather foolish-he gave it away with just some provocation.

Damien was stunned.

He didn’t have a slip of the tongue.

It wasn’t his fault that I managed to figure it out on my own.

He coughed awkwardly before reverting to his usual aloof.

“You’re overthinking this.

It’s just that Dexter had instructed me on what to do next.

Since I’ve promised him, I’ll protect you guys.

Rest well.” After that, Damien turned to leave.

I stood in place, raising my brows.

I could certainly be sure that Dexter wasn’t dead at least for now.

However, his DNA traces were indeed found at the scene.

How did he manage to do it?

Dexter was really something.

I gave Ms.

Ewing a meaningful look before chuckling coldly.

I turned to look at Damien and said, “Do you think the Rebels don’t know that I’m back?

I already met Carol when I went down earlier.

She killed one of the experimental subjects from the laboratory.” He halted his steps and turned to look at me with a panicked expression.

“You went down…and met Carol?” Damien hurriedly rushed forward.

“That’s impossible.

Wasn’t Carol caught by the police?” “Didn’t Zion and the others tell you that Carol had escaped?” I asked, smirking.

“She has a mental disorder, so the police can’t do much even if she killed someone.

They’d have to send her to an asylum.” Damien frowned, clenching his fists tightly.

“That’s impossible!” “Just head down to ask Eason if you don’t believe me.’ I raised my hand and gestured for Ms.

Ewing to follow me into the room.

She nodded and walked behind me.

Damien was clearly panicking now.

He got into his car and got his driver to bring him down the mountain as he called Eason.

I looked at Ms.

Ewing and asked, “Have the arrangements been made with those under the mountain?” Ms.

Ewing nodded.

I replied, ‘Good.

Damien isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.

He’ll definitely start panicking once he confirms that the Rebels found out about my identity.

“Since he’s adamant in helping Dexter protect me, he’ll surely inform Dexter about this.

Keep an eye on his car and follow him.” Genome Society must have been monitoring Damien’s phone for some time.

He wouldn’t dare to contact Dexter by phone-which meant he would go meet Dexter.

Ms.

Ewing nodded again and said, “Don’t worry, miss.” I walked into the bedroom and stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, watching as the car slowly drove down.

Dexter should hope I didn’t catch him.

We spent three whole days on the mountain with no internet and phones.

Ashton and Xan were constantly playing their own games, solving math problems and equations.

I felt frustrated and overly anxious to find out about Dexter’s news.

Lately, I have been having the same dream every night.

In my dream, the weather was sunny with a cool breeze.

Ashton and Xan were running on the grass and flying kites, while I leaned against Dexter, watching the children laughing heartily.

“How should I work out this calculation next?’ Ashton was scribbling furiously on the scrap paper, with his notes all over the table and floor.

Xan looked at Ashton’s paper and quietly took up a pen.

She then started scribbling on it.

I found it amusing that five-year-olds were actually tackling advanced calculus that even college students might struggle with.

“Come here, Ashton.” I tilted my chin up to gesture Ashton over.

He huffed in determination and ignored me.

“Come here, Xan,” I called for Xan instead.

She turned around to look at me.

She was about to come over but was stopped by Ashton.

‘She’s not Mom.” “How can you tell whether I’m your mother or not?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s just a feeling.” Ashton replied softly with his head hung low.

Just by his sixth sense?

What brats, indeed.

“I can teach you if you don’t understand anything.’ I propped my chin up and looked at Ashton.

He really did look like Dexter.

“Dad will teach us, but you won’t,” Ashton said proudly before continuing to work on his equations.

I was dismissed by a child, yet I wasn’t at all upset.

The small box Linda gave me was still in my room-it contained Dexter’s and my child.

The two children before me were just experimental subjects of genetic merging, yet I was drawn to them inexplicably.

Perhaps it was the genes at work.

Humans were always subtly bound by their genes.

We couldn’t separate from them, yet we also benefited from them.

Seeing that Ashton and Xan were ignoring me, I got up and returned to my room.

I hid the small box under my pillow.

I didn’t even know why I was reluctant to bury the box.

In order to hide my pregnancy, my parents made sure I didn’t tell anyone or go to the hospital.

I never even had an ultrasound, and I knew nothing about it.

It wasn’t until Genome Society found out that I was six months pregnant that they took me away and locked me in an asylum.

When I woke up, my abdomen-which hadn’t shown much because of posterior placenta was completely flat.

I realized that they must have induced labor early.

They had hoped that the baby in my womb would survive, but if it didn’t, they needed to make sure I stayed alive They had induced my labor because they wanted to study my baby’s genes.

I fell silent for the longest time while looking at the small box.

I didn’t know how Dexter obtained the body of our barely-formed baby.

At just over six months, it was born only to die immediately.

I slowly opened the box and frowned when I saw the shriveled forms.

There were two tiny forms, so distorted it was hard to make out any human shape.

But I knew I had been carrying twins.

Ms.

Ewing walked in from the door.

She whispered in my ear, “Damien is very wary, miss.

He didn’t look for Dexter the first thing after he headed down from the mountains-he waited for two days instead.

Our men have tracked him down already, and he’s at the asylum.” My expression darkened as I stood up I had a feeling that Dexter might be hiding there the last time I went to the asylum.

But Linda’s appearance was meant to divert my attention.

She didn’t want me to find him.

She was quite an actor, wasn’t she?