Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Okay."

Since Philip had said there was no need to understand, he decided not to dwell on it. His gaze finally landed on Isaac, who was now

lying on the ground, slowly reaching out a hand.

Though she hadn't looked at Phil, she seemed to know exactly where he was standing. In her palm was a small insect, still very

much alive.

The last tPhil had caught an insect and brought it to Philip, who had crushed it under his foot. Since then, Phil had been on the

lookout for a new one, to no avail.

Now Isaac had produced one, which suggested that she had been the one to prepare the last insect too, unbeknownst to Phil.

Seeing the blood-stained insect, a spark of excitement flickered across Phil's face. He reached out to take it, but was stopped by

Philip.

"Don't touch it; it's dirty."

It was smeared with blood. Phil obediently refrained from touching it, though his eyes remained fixed on the insect, "Okay."

Isaac held it out for a while, but when Phil didn't cto take it, she slowly let go, finally allowing herself a glance in his direction.

The last thing her eyes rested on was his innocent, uncomprehending gaze. Yes, he had always been like this, oblivious to

everything, just as he was in the beginning.

The insect, still alive, struggled for a moment on the ground before crawling away. Phil didn't look at Isaac again. Instead, he

to the monitor behind

was still displaying a scene of massacre. He wanted to ask Philip whose demise they were witnessing, but

his breath, silently dragging a chair over to sit

passed before

dead. Does that bother

"Who?"

silenced Philip, who suddenly realized how redundant his

and carefree, was the

he feel

more it showed they cared about the opinions of

a pitiable soul. Keep an eye on the monitors for me. Find lan and

this place."

what about you?

on the uptake, he knew an earthquake was

live either. He was about to say something when

and land near his

Phil carefully pocketed the insect. He still yearned for insects

Researchers were scrambling everywhere while

weapons, rampaged through the

Walter was skilled, and now that

Dylan's containment box.

protected him. Any test subject

ferocious snarls.

time,

Subject 8, is the most formidable. She doesn't

modified. Her genes are exceptional; any children she has will be geniuses among

her a mate, but she only kills. She shows no interest in the men they

urge to protect must

slightly when she saw Dylan's face. A frown creased