Revenge After Death ( Michael Ford )
Chapter 472

Chapter 472

If Nancy dressed more youthfully and claimed to be 25, some people would actually believe her.

Nowadays, medical technology had advanced tremendously, making medical aesthetics incredibly powerful. Many celebrities appeared to be in their 20s when they were actually in their 40s.

However, aging remained an undeniable force and could still be detected through various visible signs. Nonetheless, the woman in front of me exuded a mature demeanor, making it difficult to accurately determine her age by solely observing her face or neck.

"Are you seriously 52 years old?" Zion was equally astonished. It was difficult to tell her age.

Nancy smiled and spoke, her eyes locking with mine, "In today's world, the field of medical aesthetics has significantly advanced, ensuring that patients receive excellent care and maintain a positive mindset. Stephy, are you really not going to talk to me? Biologically speaking, I'm your mother."

I suddenly released Steven's hand and looked at Nancy in disbelief. Mother? Ha... she really had the nerve to say that.

I sneered and shifted my gaze to Nadia. "I should be a mere genetic experiment for some organization. Mother? Do I even have a mother? Wasn't I supposed to be born after her ten-month pregnancy?"

"Mrs. Larson and Mr. Larson were unable to conceive due to infertility. They did not have their own viable eggs or sperm. However, Mrs. Larson underwent in vitro fertilization using my eggs and the sperm of another remarkable man."

Nancy didn't try to conceal it whatsoever. She even dared to mention it right in front of the police. Evidently, following Peter's demise, the organization wanted her to closely surveil my every move. "What does it have to do with me?" I asked Nancy.

Nancy just smiled. "Stephy, you and Stephanie... are both my daughters."

I chuckled. "Bah, aren't we all just your experimental subjects? Are you the leader of Genome Society? What's the matter now? Finally ready to stop hiding and show yourself?"

The genetic organization selected excellent test products, ensuring high-quality talents as genetic candidates. Nancy, being a doctor in psychiatry, undoubtedly represented a standout individual.

Her eggs needed to be combined with the sperm of another exceptional man to create an experimental embryo like Stephanie.

This embryo would undergo genome editing and artificial intervention, followed by cloning experiments to yield multiple experimental subjects. This was how Stephanie and Stephany were created.

"Stephy, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" Nancy asked with a smile.

"You don't get it? Your people watch me every day as if they want to put a camera on my head... What part of that don't you understand?" I gazed at her cautiously.

She remained calm and perceptive, able to discern the other person's emotions and identify flaws in their words. "Stephy, you're experiencing delusions of persecution, and it's a serious matter.

"After all, Mrs. Larson is the mother who brought you into this world. She's acting out of concern for your well-being. You need to come with me for treatment."

She began making accusations against me, gradually driving me to madness. Eventually, she would take

me away.

I had a strong feeling that the organization had suffered a major blow this time. Quinn had exposed their facade, and now they were desperate to regain control. And unfortunately, I was the one they were determined to apprehend. They were determined to bring me back as their experimental subject. Hence, Nancy's sudden appearance was just to ensure that I would be brought back properly. It was clear that the police had their eye on me, and only a "reasonable" arrest could alleviate their doubts.

"Stephy, you have a sister who's the same age as you. Don't you want to meet her? Four years ago, Andy and Stephanie's parents had a car accident on the viaduct. My daughter was in Andy's car.

"She and Stephanie are identical twins, and they look almost exactly the same. She lost her memory after she woke up. Recently, she suddenly regained her memory and said she was Stephanie."

On the other hand, Stephanie, who was me, awoke with amnesia and appeared to be an entirely different individual.

"I have a suspicion. During the chaotic car accident, Michael Ford mistakenly took the wrong person. He took my daughter away, and the real Stephanie was mistakenly identified as my daughter and returned to

me,"

I gazed at Nancy, my entire body tense and my fingers trembling. Despite being aware of Nancy's deliberate attempt to provoke me and the presence of glaring loopholes in her words, I found myself unable to control the tremors coursing through me.

It dawned on me that her words were not only aimed at me but also intended for Steven.

"Steven, don't you want to meet the real Stephanie?" As expected, Nancy directed her question to Steven.