The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1064

Mrs. W was the heart of it all, but for some reason, there wasn’t a single photo of her anywhere.

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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.

Once she left the lab, Charlotte hurried to the bathroom and turned on the tap. Cold water ran over her hands, helping her clear her head.

She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, thinking about the baby in the jar. Her eyes grew colder the longer she looked.

If her mom hadn’t taken her and run to Cabinda, would she have ended up in a jar like that, too?

There was no way she and her mom were the only ones with this mutation. As long as people this heartless kept running the institute, things were never going to change. Sooner or later, another living person would end up on their operating table.

This wasn’t what her grandmother had wanted when she started all of this. Not at all.