Mrs. W was the heart of it all, but for some reason, there wasn’t a single photo of her anywhere.
…
After an infrared scan confirmed she didn’t have any hidden devices, they led her through a maze of security doors. The final room was freezing. Rows of clear glass jars lined the walls. Some were small, others huge, all of them filled with human organs. There were bones, kidneys that looked freshly preserved, and even a tiny infant floating in one of the jars, so small it probably hadn’t made it to full term.
“These are all from patients with the mutated gene,” G2 said, practically bouncing with excitement as he pointed out each jar. “But most of them were collected after death, for a pretty hefty price. Not much research value, honestly.”
He stopped at the jar with the infant, his face lighting up like he was showing off a masterpiece. “This one? We took her out by C-section just before her mother died.”
G2’s smile faded. “It was a disaster, though. Something went wrong during the operation. The baby barely made it out before she stopped breathing.”
“If she’d survived…” G2 turned to Charlotte, eyes wide with a strange kind of longing. “If we could have done a live dissection, our research might have reached a breakthrough by now.”
Matrilineal inheritance. Such a perfect chance, wasted.
Hearing his words, Charlotte stared at the jar with the baby inside. Her lips pressed into a tight line, and her eyes turned cold, a chill settling around her like a storm about to break.
They had cut open a pregnant woman… and they wanted to dissect her living child, too.
Charlotte clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached, barely holding herself together.


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