Chapter 1523 This World Is Far Filthier Than Imagined
Clifton deliberately picked up a nearby book and fanned the aromatic scents from the feast toward Lawrence, who remained unmoved, sitting rigidly upright. "Still no leads from those international investigators?"
Clifton gave up with an exaggerated eye roll. "Don't pin your hopes on that crowd. Hell, some of them probably had a hand in the research facility operations. Now that Mystic Prison's been exposed, every country's playing innocent, but mark my words—there are moles among these very nations. An island that massive, supplying countless subjects to the facility over the years, keeping the natives like livestock—you don't stay hidden this long without powerful protection."
The world was far filthier than most people imagined.
Decades ago, human experimentation had been universally condemned, with everyone denouncing such practices as inhumane.
But human test subjects yielded the most accurate data, and certain countries that projected peaceful facades might well have been secretly funding these facilities.
After all, successful experiments would give them devastating weapons, potentially putting them twenty years ahead of their rivals.
No one could resist such temptation, especially when it only cost the lives of ordinary people—people who, in their eyes, were less than insects.
Lawrence pressed his fingers to his temples, his head throbbing. "The Smith, Farley, and Perez families are all investigating the research facility. We'll find something eventually."
Clifton propped his chin on his hand, staring at the untouched banquet spread across the table. "As long as we're searching, someone's working in the shadows to stop us. And we still don't know what kind of drugs they've developed—that facility captured some of the brightest medical minds of the past few decades."
Lawrence fell silent. One genius could revolutionize the world; this many working together could create something either monumentally beneficial or catastrophically destructive.
Clifton's eyes narrowed with a calculating smile. "They've been hiding in the shadows for years—finding leads in the short term is probably impossible. We need to draw them out, and that job falls to Selena. That 'K' character has connections to the research facility, doesn't he?"
Luring them into the open beat playing a needle-in-a-haystack game, but it meant putting Selena at risk.
"Absolutely not!" Lawrence rejected the idea without hesitation. Selena had already lost too much weight and hadn't recovered her strength.
Clifton shrugged. "Then we're at an impasse."
Lawrence stood to leave.
Clifton called out, "Aren't you going to eat something? You haven't had anything all day."
"I'm not hungry." His reply was curt as he strode toward the door.
Clifton chuckled—the man was as inflexible as ever.
After resting for a day, Selena was awakened in the middle of the night by hurried footsteps in the corridor. She'd been wrestling with how to locate the research facility personnel, and her thoughts had converged on the same strategy as Clifton's—actively drawing them out.
Hearing the commotion, she quickly opened her door to see doctors rushing toward Raymond's room. "What's happening?"
"Some abnormal readings—we're working on it."
Anxiety consumed Selena as she paced restlessly until five in the morning, when the medical team finally emerged.
"How is he?" Her voice trembled.
The doctor pulled down his mask. "No need to worry—it's a normal part of recovery. He should wake up today."
Relief flooded through her as she gazed through the glass window at the hospital bed inside.
"Ms. Fair, you should get some rest."
Sleep was impossible, but for the sake of her unborn child, Selena forced herself to return to her room.
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