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 to

do with

just smiled. "Foebe, both you and

of

very curious about who my

chosen high-quality candidates for gic material. Naomi, with a doctorate in psychiatry, was undoubtedly exceptional. Her egg... combined with the sperm from

Larson, that's how we

you talking about? I don't understand,"

well install a camera on my forehead...

She remained calm, skillfully

navigating through the emotional

in the conversation. "Foebe, you're suffering from paranoid delusions, and it's quite severe. Mrs. Larson, after all, is your mother by birth. She wants what's

to frame me, slowly driving

the organization had been hit hard this time. Annora had torn off

I, was something they had to

appearance was to 'legitimately' retrieve

me, and only a 'legitimate'

you have a