Revenge After Death

Chapter 711

After Eason and Zion left, I had a brief chat with Ms. Ewing, but I didn't say much.

After all, no one was to be fully trusted.

I walked into the living room and fell silent for a long time.

Multiple laboratories of Genome Society had been exposed, including those dedicated to organ

transplantation, human cloning, and genetic modification.

There were also those involved in surrogation, blood supply, stem cells, and cord blood stem cells. Some were even engaged in illegal activities like prostitution, escort services, and abuse.

Ashton and Xan were products of combining genes from a clone subject and a genetically modified person.

Evidently, the embryo reconstruction technology for Ashton and Xan wasn't fully developed. As such, out of so many experimental subjects, only both of them survived.

I could understand my parents' goal for creating Ashton and Xan-they wanted to leave us offspring of our

OWII.

But as the mastermind of Genome Society, why didn't Sarah stop this experiment? It was clear that this experiment wouldn't bring much economic benefits.

What was the true goal for Ashton and Xan's existence?

"This is for you, Ashton. "Xan took a gummy and gave it to Ashton in the living room.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Ashton opened the packaging and bit off half of it before giving Xan the remaining half.

Xan asked, "When can we see Dad, Ashton?"

Ashton shushed her before looking over at me warily.

I looked at the kids coldly before hurrying into the elevator.

Was I suspecting them?

Even though they were only children, they weren't any ordinary children.

Steven seemed to trust them a lot, but I couldn't help but feel averse to them.

After disinfecting myself, I brought the first aid kit into the room in the attic. I wanted to tend to Steven's leg wound and replace the dressing.

"Did Eason and Zion come over?" he softly asked.

He remained leaning against the headboard. His collarbones and Adam's apple were sharply protruding due to his thin frame.

"Yes," I replied with a nod. I was about to lift Steven's blanket to change his dressing when he nervously stopped my hand out of nowhere.

His gaze wavered as he pleaded hoarsely, "Don't look, Stephie."

Steven refused to let me look at his incomplete and scarred body. It was just like back when we slept together, he had covered my eyes to stop me from seeing the ugly scars on his back.

Now, his face was the only part of his body left unscathed.

"Please, Stephie," Steven choked in sobs as he pleaded with me to preserve his last bit of dignity.

"No matter what happens to you, it won't change how I feel about you, Steven," I whispered as I slowly pushed his hand away.

He looked away with teary eyes.

Upon seeing that Steven was no longer stopping me, I lifted the blanket and carefully unwrapped the bandage on his leg.

It was just too painful to watch. I couldn't help but close my eyes.

How did he manage to do such a cruel thing to himself?

"I won't get any better, Stephie. Humans don't have the ability to regenerate their body parts," Steven softly said.

He was no longer whole.

"You'll get better. We'll start your rehabilitation process and get you a prosthesis once your wound heals and you get through the adjustment period," I whispered, carefully tending and applying medicine to his wound before bandaging it.

I then placed a gentle kiss on his leg.

Steven kept his eyes on me as his body shivered uncontrollably.

"Letting me leave is the best choice, Stephie.' He was still thinking about leaving me.

Ibit on his neck vindictively, tightening my hold on his chain. 'I should just chop off your other leg, then." Steven smiled, yet tears continued to stream down his cheeks. "Stephie."

"I'm here," I replied while kissing him.

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath warm. "I originally wanted you to have an ordinary and carefree life, Stephie."

"I can't do it alone without you." I shook my head and bit on his neck once again. 'Don't say such things anymore."

Steven panicked when he saw me crying. "I'm sorry, Stephie."

He would always be the first to apologize whenever I cried, even when he didn't know what he had done wrong.