Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace - Chapter 363

Chapter 363: CHAPTER 363 Chapter 363: CHAPTER 363 After returning to the mountaintop villa, I personally made some chicken soup for Dexter.

Both Ashton and Xan ignored me as they were busy playing.

I ignored them as well, knowing that they couldn’t do anything much with their current abilities.

I got up to the attic and raised my brows when I looked at the keypad lock.

Evidently, the two of them had sneaked up and tried to crack the code while I was away.

Unfortunately, they still couldn’t crack the password to the second door.

“Sophia.” Dexter instinctively loosened the chain around his neck when he saw me coming up.

He had clearly locked himself in upon hearing the outside commotion.

I could handle the two rascals outside, yet a single chain couldn’t keep Dexter contained.

I knew I couldn’t truly keep him contained unless he was willing to stay.

In reality, I was also taking a gamble.

“Is your neck hurting?” I deliberately asked with raised brows.

Dexter lowered his head, looking diffident as he hummed a reply.

“I’ll remove it for you.” I walked over, unlocked the keypad lock behind his neck, and removed the chain.

Dexter stopped my hands with his own.

He softly said, “Just keep me locked, Sophia.” I fell into silence for a bit before handing him the chicken noodle soup.

‘Have some food.

I made it myself.”noveldrama Dexter was uninterested at first but lit up upon hearing that I made it myself.

He took a mouthful, looking somewhat conflicted.

I sheepishly asked, “Does it taste bad?” Could chicken noodle soup even taste bad?

“Did you forget to put some salt, Sophia?” Dexter softly asked.

I hesitated for a moment, realizing that I had indeed forgotten some seasoning.

“Just eat it like this.

It’s nutritious and good for wound healing.” I felt like such a big fraud.

Dexter hummed a reply before obediently finishing the entire bowl of chicken noodle soup.

I sat by the bed, feeling good just by watching him.

Seeing him always made me feel better.

“I’m going to meet Sarah tomorrow,” I said softly.

Dexter halted his actions and looked up at me.

‘Be careful.’ I replied, “She won’t pose any danger acting as a mentally ill person.

However, she might be interested in my identity as Sophia.” I figured that Sarah would be even more desperate than Daisy to find out about the authenticity of the reincarnation project.

The reason she had quietly allowed Daisy’s reincarnation project was probably because she craved immortality herself.

“Has Eason met up with Joel yet?” Dexter asked.

I shook my head and replied, “Not yet.

I want to meet Joel too, so there’s no rush in that.’ Dexter held my hand before looking down sadly at his empty leg under the blanket.

“I should be the one doing all this.

If only I hadn’t gotten injured.* “I should just keep you locked up, then.” I frowned.

He was saying such words again.

I continued, “A relationship between spouses or lovers should be mutual and reciprocated, Dexter.

It’s not a one-sided effort.” I found him rather foolish when it came to relationships.

What a lovestruck fool he was It seemed like nothing would change once Dexter fell in love-that moment would become his eternity.

I used to not believe in that, but after going through so much, I started believing him.

“All this while, I’ve been wondering who Violette’s biological father is,” Dexter mused.

I was lying on his leg, letting him gently stroke my hair as he contemplated the question.

I didn’t care much for it.

“The sperm bank within Genome Society is comparable to that of the sperm donation bank-it could be just anyone’s.” Dexter said, “But Violette is neither outstanding nor remarkable.

She could only be considered a smart person among the ordinary.

She’s neither a genius nor a top achiever in society.

“Given Violette’s age, Sarah must’ve conceived her shortly after she joined Genome Society-which is why Violette is around our age.

Unless it’s through natural conception, otherwise why didn’t Sarah choose to edit Violette’s genes if it was via IVF or some experiment?” He voiced his doubts.

I, too, shared the same doubts.

It seemed that there was no better reason or excuse other than being unable to do any editing on an embryo from natural conception.

“Is the identity of Violette’s father that important?” I asked softly.

Dexter nodded.

“Andy went to such lengths to send Sarah into Genome Society as a sacrifice.

She must have aligned herself with someone powerful in order for her to rise up from a marginalized experimental subject to be able to achieve what she has today.

“And this person should likely be Genome Society’s highest-ranking administrator of the Othard region.” He wasn’t sure if Violette’s biological father was still alive.

Violette had refused to indulge, and he did not bother asking.

That was because he might not believe in her even if she told him.

“You’re right, I whispered as I slowly closed my eyes.

“Since we know who our target is, we can take it slow and investigate gradually.” Dexter nodded and said, ‘The closer we are to the truth, the more dangerous it is.” “I’m not afraid since you’re here.” I nuzzled against his embrace, feeling some sort of security with him.

Dexter looked down at me with a complicated gaze.

After a while, he said, “My love for you has nothing to do with our genes, Sophia.” Human emotions were bound by genes, yet they also went beyond them.

When Dexter found out that human consciousness could exist independent of the body, he knew that his understanding of love had reached a soulful level.

His love for Sophia started with genetic attraction and stayed true to the purest emotions.

Eason called me over to Lucent Peak Crematorium at 6:00 am.

They ended up at the crematorium after tracing a lead from one of Genome Society’s experiments.

“There are a total of 16 crematoriums in Huma that have connections with Genome Society,’ Eason said somberly.

“Genome Society is just like a massive network.

Aesthetic clinics, hospitals, various surrogacy agencies- everything that makes money is part of this network, which supports the sinister vampires behind them,” he angrily said.

I looked at Eason, then turned to the dimly lit sky.

“The horrors of this world are beyond our imagination.

There are so many experimental subjects and clone subjects with no identities.

There are also those who went missing or kidnapped.

How would you deal with them when they died?

“Genome Society has invested so much money and time in these people.

They’re not going to waste even their ashes.” Eason shivered as he said, “They’d steal and sell off organs, not even leaving their bodies and skeletons behind.

Now, even their ashes are valuable.

“What’s truly chilling is that with so many people missing and unfound, their remains might even end up in the faces of those who’ve had cosmetic surgeries.

The specially-processed bones could provide support without rejection.

That’s really scary “The advancement of the medical field is supposed to benefit humankind, not to drive us to destroy each other in the shadows.” Eason struggled to accept the truth behind their investigation.

The deeper the investigation went, the more chilling the truth turned out to be.

“Humans are just another type of beast.

Survival of the fittest and mutual destruction have remained the same since the dawn of age.’ Civilization might end up destroyed by itself one day if this continued.