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

me escape, but

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

said, I, as a 'subject,'

even hundreds of billions, to develop me, a step forward in science and medicine. Moreover, as a subject, my inherent value

look at return on

saw success in me, I... could bring in

you to let you live like a normal person," the

coincidence or an accident; it was intentional by

trusted them," the girl said, choking up, struggling with her

hard to convey that her dad was a good

trusted

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

wanted me to trust

Matthew said the Fitzgerald family

Hmph...

the girl looked up at Colin behind me, then fearfully

her voice trembling. "Don't

somewhat out of control,

up and grabbed me, pulling me aside

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