I looked down at Dexter while he glanced up at me.
I understood what he was trying to do—he was trying to use Sarah to go against Andy. But this was a risky bet.
Perhaps it might just be a gamble for Andy, after all.
Regardless of its success or otherwise, it was all a risky bet.
I nervously gripped Dexter's wheelchair handles. After a long pause, I said, "Dexter..."
He patted my hand to reassure me.
Andy's men brought us to the laboratory. They also brought Sarah's clone subject along. She remained indifferent with lifeless eyes.
She looked a lot like me. In fact, she was probably the one who looked the most similar to me among all the clone subjects.
The truth was, clone subjects didn't all develop exactly the same. They would be affected by other factors, like the environment.
Sarah's clone subject had unusually fair skin as she grew up in Genome Society's laboratory. Her face was clean and devoid of any spots or blemishes.
