Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 361

After Eason and Zion left, I had a brief chat with Ms. Ewing, but I didn’t say much.

After all, no one was to be fully trusted.

I walked into the living room and fell silent for a long ti.

Multiple laboratories of Geno Society had been exposed, including those dedicated to organ

transplantation, human cloning, and genetic modification.

There were also those involved in surrogation, blood supply, stem cells, and cord blood stem cells. So were even engaged in illegal activities like prostitution, escort services, and abuse.

Ashton and Xan were products of combining genes from a clone subject and a genetically modified person.

Evidently, the embryo reconstruction technology for Ashton and Xan wasn’t fully developed. As such, out of so many experintal subjects, only both of them survived.

I could understand my parents’ goal for creating Ashton and Xan.they wanted to leave us offspring of our OWII.

But as the mastermind of Geno Society, why didn’t Sarah stop this experint? It was clear that this experint wouldn’t bring much economic benefits.

What was the true goal for Ashton and Xan’s existence?

"This is for you, Ashton. "Xan took a gummy and gave it to Ashton in the living room.

Ashton opened the packaging and bit off half of it before giving Xan the remaining half.

Xan asked, "When can we see Dad, Ashton?"

Ashton shushed her before looking over at warily.

I looked at the kids coldly before hurrying into the elevator.

Was I suspecting them?

Even though they were only children, they weren’t any ordinary children.

Dexter seed to trust them a lot, but I couldn’t help but feel averse to them.

After disinfecting myself, I brought the first aid kit into the room in the attic. I wanted to tend to Dexter’s leg wound and replace the dressing.

"Did Eason and Zion co over?" he softly asked.

He remained leaning against the headboard. His collarbones and Adam’s apple were sharply protruding due to his thin fra.

"Yes," I replied with a nod. I was about to lift Dexter’s blanket to change his dressing when he nervously stopped my hand out of nowhere.

His gaze wavered as he pleaded hoarsely, "Don’t look, Sophia."

Dexter refused to let look at his incomplete and scarred body. It was just like back when we slept together, he had covered my eyes to stop from seeing the ugly scars on his back.

Now, his face was the only part of his body left unscathed.

"Please, Sophia," Dexter choked in sobs as he pleaded with to preserve his last bit of dignity.

"No matter what happens to you, it won’t change how I feel about you, Dexter," I whispered as I slowly pushed his hand away.

He looked away with teary eyes.

Upon seeing that Dexter was no longer stopping , I lifted the blanket and carefully unwrapped the bandage on his leg.

It was just too painful to watch. I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

How did he manage to do such a cruel thing to himself?

"I won’t get any better, Sophia. Humans don’t have the ability to regenerate their body parts," Dexter softly said.

He was no longer whole.

"You’ll get better. We’ll start your rehabilitation process and get you a prosthesis once your wound heals and you get through the adjustnt period," I whispered, carefully tending and applying dicine to his wound before bandaging it.

I then placed a gentle kiss on his leg.

Dexter kept his eyes on as his body shivered uncontrollably.

"Letting leave is the best choice, Sophia.’ He was still thinking about leaving .

Ibit on his neck vindictively, tightening my hold on his chain. ’I should just chop off your other leg, then." Dexter smiled, yet tears continued to stream down his cheeks. "Sophia."

"I’m here," I replied while kissing him.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath warm. "I originally wanted you to have an ordinary and carefree life, Sophia."

"I can’t do it alone without you." I shook my head and bit on his neck once again. ’Don’t say such things anymore."

Dexter panicked when he saw crying. "I’m sorry, Sophia."

He would always be the first to apologize whenever I cried, even when he didn’t know what he had done wrong.

"I’m tired, Dexter. "I took off my clothes and slipped beneath his blanket. I curled in his embrace and said, " Hug to sleep."

Dexter clearly stiffened. I could feel the temperature rising under the blanket.

"Stay put. Your injury isn’t healed yet." I pressed my hand against his lower abdon.

His ears turned red instantly, his pale face coloring for once. He carefully took my hand and said, ’Be gentle, Sophia. It hurts."

"You should stay still if it hurts. Don’t have unnecessary thoughts and just wait until after the recovery period, "I coaxed gently before leaning against his chest. ’Now, sleep.’

Dexter kissed my forehead and hugged tight. "Good night, Sophia."

A quiet life and bidding good night to each other was probably our happiest mont.

I slept soundly that night. I always slept well whenever Dexter was beside .

He slept well too. It was rare he fell asleep without needing dication.

He was like a redy to -healing and soothing to my soul.

I wondered if I was the sa for him.

"Sophia."

I slowly opened my eyes to the morning sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Dexter stood beside the bed with his crutches. His hair was still wet.

I sat up imdiately, asking, ’Did you take a shower on your own?"

I told him that he’d need my help with showers as it was easy for him to accidentally touch his wound.

"My wound is getting better now. I didn’t touch it,’ Dexter softly said.

I got out of the bed to dry his hair. He sat obediently by the bed and allowed to dry his hair.

"Are you going to et Sarah or her brother today, Sophia?" Dexter could always figure out what my next step was.

I replied, ’I’ll go et Sarah’s brother first before her. And then, I’ll go see Sion."

I was talking about Sion.

Dexter stiffened before looking up at .

"You have a way to get in touch with him, right? Eason wants to see him," I asked.

I would need Eason for many other things in the future. As such, I had to help him with his small favor. "Alright," Dexter agreed.

Damien ca over again before I left the villa.

I frowned, finding him annoying. "Why are you here again?"

"I’m bringing the two children out to play," he said, pointing at Ashton and Xan.

I narrowed my eyes and warned, "Don’t play tricks, Damien.’

Damien looked at . Their identification paperwork is all set up under my na. They need to socialize in order to integrate them into society normally. They need to experience the outside world, visit the amusent park, and go to school.’

I fell silent, looking back at Ashton and Xan.

Even if they were experintal subjects, they were still living humans. They had the right to enjoy the world too.

"Alright," I agreed.

Damien sidestepped as if avoiding and entered the living room. He walked over and ruffled Ashton’s and Xan’s hair. They did not seem to mind it at all.

I said nothing and walked out of the living room. I wanted to et Sarah’s brother, Floyd.

I walked to the gate and turned around to look at the attic.

Dexter was looking at by the window. His gaze seed to be asking to co back soon.

I signed to him, asking him to wait for at ho. He lifted his hand to touch the glass, smiling in return.

Feeling a pang in my chest, I turned and got into the car.

Everything was coming to an end. The truth was about to be revealed.

Dexter and I would definitely live a peaceful life together.