Andy seed to pity Dexter.
But it definitely did not look like all Andy felt for Dexter was fatherly love. There were other complex emotions mixed in as well in his gaze.
Below the photo, my mother had written a note that read: "Number 0’s emotions seem more turbulent than Sophia’s. It appears as if he had a tendency toward violence and abuse, but this cannot be confird at the mont. Further observation is required."
My head suddenly ached horrible and I heard a voice in my head, "Sophia, you can’t have your own children."
"I’m really sorry, Sophia. But your genes and Dexter’s aren’t..."
"Sherry, what are you saying to the child?"
I could hear my mom’s guilty voice and my dad’s rebuke in my mind. Then, it was followed by the sound of things being packed into suitcases.
"Don’t affect her negatively with your emotions. Just act normal and don’t make it obvious that sothing is amiss. I’m going to put our things in the car first. After attending the ceremony at the orphanage today, we’ll leave Huma."
My mom sobbed and hugged rather tightly, "Sophia, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t good enough for you."
"We don’t have much ti. He has spies everywhere, we need to go as soon as we can," my dad urged.
"Have you given the police the docunts and evidence you’ve compiled?" my mom asked, sounding fearful.
"It’d be too obvious if I handed those in myself. I asked Charlie to do it."
"Can we trust him?" my mom asked, sounding doubtful.
"We go a long way back, don’t we? His wife couldn’t conceive, rember? You ended up helping her with IVF. He’s grateful to us, so he’s bound to help us."
In my mory, it was clear that my dad seed to trust this Charlie fellow.
I couldn’t rember who Charlie was.
I began tugging my hair from the headache.
I could vaguely make out a mory. On the day of the car accident, my parents had been unusually nervous. It felt as if they were planning to hide from so people and were trying to take away.
They had entrusted so evidence and information to Charlie to give to the police.
But judging from the current situation I was in, it was obvious that Charlie had betrayed my dad’s trust. Not only did he not give the information he was supposed to to the police, but he might have even exposed my dad to the very person my dad was running from.
As such, my parents, along with Andy, ended up getting involved in that fatal and preditated car accident on Hymn Bridge.
"Wifey..." Dexter’s whining snapped back to reality. I instinctively switched my phone off and was imdiately enveloped in Dexter’s embrace when I turned around.
My breathing started to beco shallow.
I started to wonder if what Damien had told was true. Perhaps Dexter had really imprisoned and abused .
That was what my mother’s logs seed to indicate, after all.
But until my mory got fully restored, I couldn’t speculate on everything just by relying on the information in the logs.
Because at this mont, I didn’t even trust my own parents.
Before the truth ca out, I couldn’t even trust myself.
"Wifey, I feel dizzy." Dexter rolled onto the bed with in his arms. Then, he started going into seduction mode.
He wrapped his long and muscular legs around , preventing from escaping.
"Sophia..." he said. He held from behind and slowly tightened his grip on .
My ears burned. There was sothing hot pressing against my waist from behind. Dexter was such a bastard.
"Sophia, I’ll just rub against you. I won’t do more than that, okay?"
"Fuck off."
"I’ll only touch you a little bit. I won’t put it inside..."
I really wanted to neuter him at this mont.
Fortunately, he still had so sense left in him. He knew that my body couldn’t handle his passion, so all he did was touch a little without doing anything more.
But just his touch was too much for to handle. His hands went everywhere.
"Dexter Black!"
Just when Dexter was at his peak, his phone rang.
His gaze turned icy. It looked as if he wanted to kill soone.
I smirked at him and said, "Answer the phone."
He didn’t.
I reached for his phone, but he tried to stop .
"What if it’s sothing urgent?" I asked.
Dexter gritted his teeth and glanced at the screen. When he saw it was a call from Eason, he muttered, "it better be an ergency."
"Dexter Black! I got a hold of Sophia’s autopsy report and the genetic testing report done on the fetus in her womb. There’s a huge problem. Co to the forensic lab right now!"
When Dexter and I arrived at the forensic lab, Eason was sitting on the couch in the lounge. He had a grave expression on his face.
Eason wasn’t the only one there. There were several people wearing white lab coats around him with solemn expressions on their faces as well. They appeared to be researchers.
"Take a look for yourself," Eason said, placing the text report on the table.
Dexter picked it up and glanced at the report. He did not seem very surprised.
I looked at Dexter for a mont, then reached out to grab the report from him to take a look at it myself.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t understand a thing.
Seeing that I looked clueless, Eason rubbed his forehead and started to explain, "This is a huge problem. It appears that Sophia had genetically modified the fetus in her womb during its embryonic stage. Then, the embryo was implanted into the host for gestation after that."
The other researchers looked equally somber.
Eason continued, "Furthermore, Sophia herself had undergone the most advanced geno editing possible."
"She should have been born with great intelligence, a superior physique, and great strength that made her stronger than any other human being. This ans that she was essentially made to beco... a superhuman."
This was a terrifying discovery. This ant that humans have sohow created a deity amongst n that was sohow also human.
"Geno editing?" I asked, looking at the researchers in astonishnt. "Is this technology widespread?"
"It’s strictly prohibited, actually." Eason frowned and continued, "You probably don’t understand what geno editing will do to our society. Once it..."
Eason trailed off and didn’t continue. He knew that even if he did, I wouldn’t be able to understand him.
Dexter remained silent. He said nothing.
"Is it possible that so wealthy people have already started doing this? It sounds harmless enough to . It’s just so that they can make their children more outstanding, right?" I asked tentatively.
Eason replied, "Research on geno editing is strictly prohibited. Experinting it on humans is forbidden because there are too many uncontrollable factors to account for."
"For instance, if we cut off a segnt of your genetic chain to make you naturally immune to a certain disease, it is highly likely that this splice will open up another door to another disease. The consequences of human geno editing are too uncontrollable and unpredictable."
The rich weren’t fools, after all. They wouldn’t dare to attempt such under-researched experints on themselves lightly.
As such, in order to make sure the experint would be successful, countless test subjects would need to be sacrificed until the best results were obtained.
Once geno editing was legalized, human society would be in total chaos. The wealthy would ensure their children were outstanding in all aspects from birth, while the poor got oppressed their entire lives.
I stared at the genetic test results and remained silent for a long while.
"So you’re saying that Sophia wasn’t the product of her parent’s love, but an experintal subject?"
"That’s highly likely," one of the researchers said with a nod.
Eason looked at Dexter and said, "You know why I called you here, don’t you? News of this cannot be leaked, or it will cause mass panic. We need to investigate this further. I suspect Sophia might not be an isolated case."
Sophia’s parents had logs that resembled experintal data, after all. As such, Eason suspected that Sophia was actually an experintal subject.
"And her death was most likely planned ahead by the ones behind this sche. They wanted to destroy any living evidence of the experint."
Moreover, it was very likely that the ones behind it considered Sophia a failed experintal subject. As such, they decided to abandon her by killing her.
"If their intention was to destroy the evidence, the person who killed - I an Sophia- wouldn’t have a reason to trap her body in a glass display case, right? Her body should have been obliterated," I argued.
I continued in a whisper, "Placing her body in a glass display case seems more intentional. Perhaps it’s so that she could be shown to the public. Maybe the person behind her death wanted to display her as a commodity and wanted to expose the conspiracy behind her existence to the public."
Maybe the murderer was against geno editing.
Furthermore, it was clear that the murderer was privy to a lot of secret information about the geno editing experints.
"The most terrifying part of all of this hasn’t even been presented yet," Eason said, then took out another genetic testing report.
"This is the report done on the fetus in Sophia’s womb. It was shaped abnormally, had congenital malformations, severe genetic defects and chromosomal abnormalities..."
To put that in plain terms, the fetus was essentially a real-life monstrosity.
It was a malford child that could not have been born.
"But why?" I asked in shock. I covered my mouth with a hand and trembled all over.
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