Revenge After Death



"That lady is one of us, Mom," Ashton whispered while looking toward Mrs. Ford's direction.

I stiffened momentarily. I then crouched down to Ashton and asked nervously, "One of us? What do you mean?"

Xan softly said, "Una has the same vibes as you do, Mom."

Was the "vibes" Xan talking about genetics? We have the same genes.

"That lady too." Ashton looked at Mrs. Ford.

A chill ran down my spine at that moment. Mrs. Ford and I also had the same genes? What did that mean?This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Combining these with what Xandra heard from the abductors about me being the third-generation experimental subject and Nancy being the second-generation... Nancy was the superior of Genome Society's laboratory, and so was Mrs. Ford.

Why would Genome Society trust them so much? Was it because they used to be experimental subjects and were cloned using the same gene sequence?

I chuckled self-deprecatingly. What a scary thought.

"Do you like it?" Mrs. Ford was asking Una if she liked the handbags in the luxury goods store. Una glanced at the handbags indifferently and remained silent.

"We'll take all of these," Mrs. Ford calmly said. She was acting according to her own preference.

The way she was looking at Una was full of joy and admiration. It was overwhelmingly so, making me feel somewhat afraid.

Her gaze was tinged with naked desire, as if admiring a new piece of clothing. Clearly, she was planning something that involved Una.

"This shirt suits you. You'll definitely like it." Mrs. Ford was now picking out clothes for Michael.

He frowned, his face pale as he said, "I don't like it."

Mrs. Ford's smile faded. "I've been picking out clothes for you since you were young, Mike. How can you say that you don't like it?"

Michael's hands were curled into tight fists. I could see the popping veins on the back of his palm.

"It suits you so much." Mrs. Ford picked up a tie and compared it against him. "This tie is also something you'd like..." It was as if she was talking to herself.

I brought Ashton and Xan to hide in a corner to observe that peculiar family. I wasn't the only one who found them scary. Even the salesperson probably thought so and was just forcing a smile.

That family looked handsome and beautiful, but the atmosphere around them seemed strange.

The things Mrs. Ford bought for Una were all based on her own preference.

"Here, let's see if this necklace looks good on my daughter-in-law." She chose the most expensive necklace, which was only accessible to VIPs.

She was rather generous as that jewelry set was worth millions.

"You're so generous toward your daughter-in-law," the salesperson said excitedly, beaming with joy.

"Of course, they'll be registering their marriage tomorrow!" Mrs. Ford seemed to be enjoying herself, yet

Michael and Una were indifferent, as if they didn't know each other at all.

The salesperson glanced awkwardly at the two of them, unsure of what to say. Was this a pre-arranged marriage by the mother-in-law?

I was surprised as well. Were they going to register their marriage tomorrow? Michael's marriage was proceeding quickly now with Yasmin out of the picture.

Yasmin had been scheming so much just to marry into the Ford family back then. It was rather laughable looking back at it now. Mrs. Ford had always treated her as trash, toying with her as if she was just a prey.

Back on the cruise, Mrs. Ford had killed Yasmin without any hesitation. Perhaps she thought that a woman of such class like Yasmin had contaminated her son.

As expected from her terrifying control and possessiveness.

"You can shop on your own. I'll head back with Una first." Michael probably couldn't be bothered to continue pretending any longer. He took Una by her wrist and left.

The smile on Mrs. Ford's face faded, but it was as if she did not care at all. She continued to ask the salesperson to pack up everything she liked. "Send them to the same address as last time."