Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 460

Dexter nodded. "So, he's been working with the organization because he's a victim of a gic disorder. His children have a hard time being born healthy, so he..."

I began to understand. Damian was doing all this in hopes of obtaining perfect genes to circumvent his own gic flaws.

"My dad, he's a good man." The girl who had been silent finally spoke up, her voice tiny as she timidly looked up at me. "He's helping you..."

I frowned, looking at her.

From her tightly clutched backpack, the girl pulled out a photo album.

Inside, there were pictures of a younger Damian with my parents.

"His classmates." The girl pointed at the people in the photos.

Phoebe's parents were Damian's classmates, top talents in the medical field, and key members of the Gene-Forge Collective.

"They shared the same vision." The girl struggled to speak. "Eventually, they grew fond of the subject, wanting to help her escape..." The girl pointed at Phoebe in the photos.

I knew, my parents were part of the organization, and I was just a subject.

I knew they didn't love me initially, just saw me as an object of study.

I didn't hate them; they seemed to have developed feelings for

to help me escape, but died in

people behind the organization wouldn't allow their subject to escape, disobedient employees had

said, I, as a 'subject,' was too

to develop me, a step forward in science and medicine. Moreover, as a subject, my inherent value far exceeded their

look at return

I... could bring in endless wealth for

person," the girlsaid, her eyes reddening as she pointed at Phoebe but looked at

amnesia wasn't a coincidence or an accident; it was intentional

the Fitzgerald family because he trusted them," the girl

knew she was trying hard to convey that her dad was

trusted

my mom was your mom's best friend, someone Damian could trust, and you can

to trust him, to believe

Matthew said the Fitzgerald family

Hmph...

looked up at Colin behind me, then fearfully stepped back, hiding behind Dexter.

clung to Dexter's sleeve, her voice trembling.

somewhat out of control, fearfully backing

Hannah rushed up and grabbed me, pulling me aside with surprising strength, watching Colin warily and