SWNOVELS 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.
But I didn't hate them; they seemed to have developed feelings for me too.
They wanted to help me escape, but died in a tragic car accident.
The people behind the organization wouldn't allow their subject to escape, disobedient employees had to be eliminated.
As Matthew said, I, as a 'subject,' was too valuable.
The organization had invested billions, even hundreds of billions, to develop me, a step forward in science and medicine. Moreover, as a subject, my inherent value far exceeded their investment.
Capitalists look at return on investment.
Once they saw success in me, I... could bring in endless wealth for capital.
"They asked my dad to protect you to let you live like a normal person," the girlsaid, her eyes reddening as she pointed at Phoebe but looked at me.
So, Phoebe's amnesia wasn't a coincidence or an accident; it was intentional by Damian.
"My dad entrusted you to the Fitzgerald family because he trusted them," the girl said, choking up, struggling with her words.
I knew she was trying hard to convey that her dad was a good man.
Her dad trusted the Fitzgerald family.
Dexter also looked at me intently. "Phoebe... my mom was your mom's best friend, someone Damian could trust, and you can trust me, believe in me..."
Dexter wanted me to trust him, to believe in Hailey.
But Matthew said the Fitzgerald family was not to be trusted.
Hmph...
"Sister..." Suddenly, the girl looked up at Colin behind me, then fearfully stepped back, hiding behind Dexter. "Don't trust him, don't... trust him."
She clung to Dexter's sleeve, her voice trembling. "Don't trust him."
Her emotions seemed somewhat out of control, fearfully backing away.
"Sister..." Suddenly, Hannah rushed up and grabbed me, pulling me aside with surprising strength, watching Colin warily and whispering in my ear.
"I've seen him, with those bad
people... I've seen him, the
organization's... researchers. They're
studying... immortality, the
connection between soul and genes,
I've seen it, I've seen him...
Hannah didn't seem to be lying; her gaze at Colin was fearful.
I looked back at Colin, who frowned, standing still, looking at the girl named Hannah, unsure of what to think.
"Phoebe, don't trust him. If he had no
issues, why would he be so sure you're Phoebe? The experiment on. the connection between soul and genes the so-called rebirth... it's something he started studying back in his Genius Class days," Dexter also grabbed my wrist, urging me to trust him.