Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 472

Fifty-two?

She dressed so youthful, you'd believe she was twenty-five if she said so.

With today's medical advancements and the wonders of cosmetic procedures, it's not unusual to see celebrities in their forties looking like they're in their twenties. But aging is inevitable, and despite the best efforts, there are always telltale signs. Yet, looking at the woman in front of me, it was hard to place her age. Her mature aura was undeniable, but her face and neck betrayed no secrets.

"You're fifty-two?" Robin was shocked. It really didn't show.

"With the advancements in cosmetic treatments and taking good care of oneself, plus a positive mindset," Naomi said with a smile, her gaze settling on me. "Foebe... don't you want to have a chat with me? Biologically speaking, I am your mother."

I let go of Colin's hand abruptly, incredulous at the woman before me.

Mother? Hah... She had some nerve.

"So, I'm just some gic experiment from an organization? Do I even have a mother?" I scoffed, looking at Anthony's wife. "Wasn't I born to her after she carried me for nine months?"

"Mrs. Larson and Mr. Larson were infertile, with no viable eggs or sperm. The IVF procedure used my egg and... the sperm from another distinguished gentleman."

Naomi didn't hide anything, openly discussing this matter even in front of the police.

death, the organization wanted her

have to do with me?"

"Foebe, both you

leader of the Gene-Forge Collective? What, no longer hiding and coming out in

very curious about

selected prime specimens for their experiments, they must have chosen high-quality candidates for gic material. Naomi, with a doctorate in psychiatry, was undoubtedly exceptional. Her egg... combined with the sperm from another outstanding man, created the experimental embryo 'Phoebe Caldwell'. This embryo was then gically edited and artificially manipulated, and from the

Larson, that's how we came to

you talking about? I don't understand," Naomi asked with a

might as well install a camera on my forehead... What don't

She remained calm, skillfully

navigating through the emotional

and it's quite severe. Mrs. Larson, after all, is your mother by birth. She wants what's best for you, you need to

me, slowly driving me insane before

organization had been hit hard this time. Annora had torn off their veil,

was something they

appearance was to 'legitimately'

the police were already onto me, and only a 'legitimate'

you have