"I feel like there’s sothing wrong with Mrs. Coleman’s feelings for Damien," I whispered to Dexter.
Dexter looked at . "You’ve been living in the Coleman residence for so long. Have you ever t Damien’s father?"
I was taken aback for a mont and pondered over it thoughtfully. In my recollection... "I overheard the dostic staff ntion that Mr. Coleman had co back several tis, but I’ve never t him."
It could be argued that he was insignificant.
"They said that he was in poor health and had been living in the nursing ho in Georgeke." Mrs. Coleman also frequently visited Georgeke.
"I asked Eason to verify her itinerary. She simply instructed her assistant to purchase a ticket to Georgeke, but she never actually boarded the plane," Dexter said seriously.
This proved that Mrs. Coleman’s claim of visiting Georgeke was always just an excuse, a cover-up. She never actually went to Georgeke.
"So... she was frequently absent from ho for a long ti, but it wasn’t to visit her husband at the nursing ho. She intentionally made up this excuse to conceal the fact that she was going to the lab?" I gazed at Dexter in utter astonishnt.
"It’s possible." Dexter nodded.
Zion glanced at and then turned to Dexter. "I think I have a clear direction for the investigation now. I’ll take you ho first."
After arriving at Dexter’s place, Dexter and I stepped out of the car, bidding farewell to Zion and Violette. Violette waved goodbye to and left with Zion.
"In my mory, Violette was always carefree and outspoken, but she was actually very timid," I comnted in a low voice.
Dexter glanced at . "Are you suspecting Violette?"
I shook my head, hoping that my suspicions were wrong. Up to this point, I had not co across any clues that confird my doubt.
"What did Mrs. Coleman tell you?" Dexter was slightly concerned.
"My parents and your father were all killed by her. She purposely betrayed my parents to Geno Society, "I uttered in a hushed tone. My parents probably never knew that the person who betrayed them was their most trusted friend and closest partner.
"Human minds are hard to predict. In this world, the most challenging thing to understand is always how others think," whispered Dexter.
At the door, Ashton and Xandra were playing with Stevie. When they saw us return, they obediently stood still. They displayed such obedience and showed no intention of causing any trouble.
I glanced at the two children and said softly, "Dexter, Mrs. Coleman ntioned that those two kids are mutants who excel at disguising themselves."
Similar to chaleons, these two children possessed personalities that would swiftly adapt and were remarkably skilled at acting. No one would know their true thoughts.
"She said that the true owner of the cruise ship lab deliberately allowed us to find them and bring them back. It should be a part of the experint itself."
I was worried that the two children were being trained as weapons by those individuals and that their apparent obedience was rely a facade. Moreover, I didn’t trust Yara fully, who led us to discover them. Dexter gazed at the two children and shook his head. "We don’t expect anything in return, and we’re not bothered by being plotted against. They’ve made their choice, so we’ll simply do what is right and maintain a clear conscience."
I was stunned as I gazed at Dexter. I never imagined that even after experiencing death, my mind would not be as composed as Dexter’s. I reached out and gently grasped Dexter’s fingers. I smiled at him." Indeed, you’re absolutely right."
Not everyone was naturally ant to be a parent, and adjusting to having children could take so ti. "We bought fries, fried chicken, burgers, and Coke for you." I gestured for the children to co over.
I passed by a fast food restaurant and bought so food. Even though eating too much of it was not healthy, these snacks should be a childhood delight for children.
When I was a child, I didn’t grasp the concept of love, so I never paid much attention to food. However, I wanted these kids to experience love and pursue their desires. Only then could their lives beco truly aningful.
"It’s burgers and fried chicken!" Ashton exclaid happily, his eyes filled with surprise. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was pretending.
Ashton and Xandra were just pretending to be what we wanted them to be.
"Have you guys eaten before?" I asked tentatively.
Ashton handed the fried chicken to Xandra first, then turned to and shook his head. "I’ve seen it on TV, but I’ve never tried it. The maid claims it’s junk food, lacking in nutrition. It could impact our intellectual developnt."
I nodded and gently rubbed the heads of the two children with a heavy heart.
"Dad, Mom, they’re monitoring us," Ashton exclaid as he entered the house.
I cautiously scanned my surroundings, my senses on high alert. Was Geno Society keeping a close eye on us? Dexter also looked around carefully.
Ashton sprinted to the TV, climbed up, and removed an extrely well-hidden surveillance cara from the ornants above. I gazed at the cara in disbelief, then turned to Dexter and asked, "When was this installed?"
This was Dexter’s own house. It couldn’t have been placed there by the Black family. It seed clear that soone had been monitoring Dexter for a long ti. As anticipated, it felt like every move we made was under surveillance.
"And here too." Ashton hurried to the kitchen again, scanning the house from various angles in search of any hidden caras. Dexter’s complexion didn’t look very well, and his expression seed strange,
I was a bit mad. "These people are really everywhere."
I controlled my frustration and carried Ashton in my arms. "How did you find these caras?"
"They need to connect it to the ho network," Ashton said in a low voice.
"Are there any other places?" I inquired. Ashton looked around and wanted to rush to Dexter’s and my bedroom.
"There’s none in the bedroom!" Dexter exclaid. He gritted his teeth as he lifted Ashton. Ashton looked at Dexter and asked innocently, "Dad, was it you who installed the caras?"
Dexter raised his hand in despair and rubbed his forehead. "Not all of them."
I narrowed my eyes and glared at Dexter. "Did you also install a hidden cara? What are you trying to do?
Dexter lowered his head guiltily. "I just... want to look at you."
If he were not at ho, he would want to know what Sophia was doing. I gritted my teeth and stepped hard on his foot. He dared not utter a word and could only gaze at with a pitiful expression.
Dexter followed into the bedroom and secretly stared at Ashton with anger. "Am I truly your biological father? Why did you harm ..."
Ashton replied sternly, "In biological terms, you’re my biological father."
Xandra snickered as she licked her greasy fingers. "Ashton, you’ve caused Daddy so much trouble."
As soon as I entered the bedroom, Dexter grabbed my wrist and pressed against the wall. He held in his arms, acting coquettishly. "Sophia..."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop acting coquettishly."
"Dexter!" Just as Dexter was about to kiss , a sharp shout from Joel echoed through the yard.
Dexter gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. "He’d better have sothing important to say."
"News and videos from the cruise ship have been leaked, sparking a massive public outcry. The public is demanding the truth, and the families of the victims are also seeking explanations. The truth about Geno Society’s organ donation has been fully revealed to the public." Joel ran in, visibly excited.
However, Dexter didn’t consider this a cause for celebration. Instead, he believed it would not undermine Geno Society’s foundation but rather make them more vigilant.
"Dayton’s back, but Xandra, the actress, is missing," Joel added.
Dexter and I were imdiately on high alert. Soone had kidnapped Xandra. Did they believe they could take control of Dayton in that way?
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