Chapter 849

Charles’replied almost instantly, “Yes.”

Brittany’s heart skipped a beat.

“What about the kids? What happened to them in the end?”

She faintly remembered that on that ship years ago, most of them were under twelve, with the youngest still in swaddling clothes.

Charles didn’t answer directly but said instead, “The institute was reported for conducting live experiments.”

The implication was clear- none of the outcomes were good.

Brittany felt her knees weaken. “Can you look someone up for me? Joie.”

She and Isaac had escaped that ship, but Joie hadn’t. How did she survive what was basically hell on earth in that institute?

“Sure.”

After hanging up, Brittany gazed into the mirror, her reflection ghostly pale. She patted her cheeks gently, trying to bring some color back to her face.

Stepping out of the restroom, she met Isaac’s concerned gaze.

“You look awful. Are you feeling unwell?”

her

reassured, suggested they head to the hospital, but she stopped him. “No need for a hospital. I just need some

her on the couch, fixing her a cup of warm honey

“Okay.”

lemon juice, leaning

notably absent from the Salter

looked around in surprise,

from a trip and wasn’t feeling well. I told her to stay

whip up something for her to eat later. You take it back to her,” Grace said, her worry evident upon

the sidelines, Leda bit her lip in frustration, unable to

“Alright.”

instructed the help to prepare something and

had practically begged to attend; Grace

been rebuffed by Isaac, now set her sights on Marcel.

“Marcel, darling.”

“What

no affection for Joie, only

despise me

you,” Marcel scoffed. “I have no taste

and she bristled, “Think you’re too good for me, Marcel? You’re nothing but a bastard child. If it wasn’t for Manuel’s favoritism, you wouldn’t even be

mention of his parentage, his gaze turning icy in an

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