Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 687:

She paused at the door, her heart pounding as she noticed the surveillance window left ajar. A nauseating, chemical stench wafted through, making her recoil instinctively.

The smell was painfully familiar, triggering memories she’d tried to bury.

A storm of questions clouded her mind. How had Subject 005, who was once just another experiment, ended up running this twisted lab? It made no sense, but she couldn’t afford to dwell on it now.

Inside the observation room, a figure stood with its back turned. The loose hospital gown it wore was marked with the large number 75.

Allison’s breath caught in her throat. It was Lilian. She had finally found her.

cold wall, watching as the two researchers shuffled out

Subject 75 has survived three rounds of testing. If it makes it through another one, it’ll be a miracle. It might even

so chaotic today? No one’s even here to clean up,” the other grumbled, glancing

up. Hopefully, when Mr. Shaw arrives,

gaze darted to the restrained figure thrashing faintly against her bindings. Subject 75 was

hook. She flipped through it, her eyes tracing the data — numbers,

and she looked up. What she saw froze her on

facing her like a ghost from a

pits that seemed to drink in every sliver of light, fixed on Allison with a chilling intensity.

balled into fists, her

when she herself was a mere test subject, discarded