When the GF9 Test Subject Became His Obsession novel Chapter 2

As the last thread of their plan unraveled, Zachary suddenly collapsed, his face contorted in exaggerated agony. "Ahhh! My foot! It's broken!" His wail echoed through the living room.

Angela immediately panicked and rushed to him, her anger boiling over as old and new grievances surged within her. "Serena, you bring nothing but misfortune! Why didn't you just die out there? Why did you have to come back and ruin our family?!”

Margaret instinctively stepped in front of Serena, trying to protect her. “Mrs. Reed, how can you say that? Serena is your own…"

"Enough!" Richard snapped, his patience already running thin. "Margaret, take the guests out. Angela, call the doctor for the children. Serena, come to the study room with me."

Once inside the study, Richard lit a cigarette, trying to suppress his frustration. He motioned toward the chair across from him. "Sit down, Serena."

Serena didn't move, staying standing, her expression unreadable. Richard's irritation grew as he spoke, his voice filled with anger. "Look at what's happened. In just two months, you've turned this house upside down."

Earlier that day, he had visited a fortune teller who claimed Serena was a curse. Ever since she entered their home, his business had suffered, and his health had declined. The fortune teller said keeping Serena around would lead to their downfall. Richard had never believed in such things before, but now, after everything that had happened, he wondered if there was truth to it.

"Do you really think you belong here?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

Serena's silence only seemed to fuel his growing fury. He crushed his cigarette and spoke sharply. "You should go back to the Sullivan orphanage. Once your mother, sister, and brother come to their senses, maybe you can come back then."

Finally, Serena spoke, her voice cold and final. "No need. Let's sever ties."

Richard froze. "Serena, do you even know what you're saying?"

His mind raced. He could reject her, but how dare she reject him?

"If you go back to the orphanage, I'll still send you money," Richard said, his voice harsh. "But if we sever ties, you won't see a single cent from me."

Serena's response was indifferent. "I don't need it."

Richard's anger boiled over. “Fine! Perfect! Just don't come crawling back to me later when you're starving!"

"I won't."

Serena wasn't the type to back down. She had given them a chance, and they had failed. It was better to sever ties cleanly, with no hesitation, no lingering attachments.

Richard stormed around the study, finally flinging open the door and shouting, "Margaret, call the Sullivan orphanage! Tell them to pick up Serena. She's no longer part of this family!"

Margaret's heart sank when she heard his words. She rushed to take the guests out, but she couldn't ignore the panic rising in her chest. “Mr. Reed, please reconsider! Serena is still young! You can teach her! You can—"

"Teach what? She's the one who wants to sever ties with me!" Richard interrupted, his voice filled with frustration.

In the living room, everything came to a standstill. Zachary stopped his fussing. Celeste stopped crying. Even Angela's anger seemed to dissipate. All their eyes turned toward Serena as she walked out of the study, almost as if they had finally gotten what they wanted, but now they didn't know what to do with it.

"What are you waiting for?" Richard barked.

Margaret hesitated, then looked at Angela. “Mrs. Reed?”

Angela sneered. "She's hurt Celeste and Zachary over and over again. Someone like her doesn't deserve to stay!"

Margaret then turned to Serena.

Serena's voice was calm. "Go ahead."

Margaret felt her heart break.

Reluctantly, Margaret made the call. "The director of the Sullivan orphanage, Walter Sullivan, said he'll be here in half an hour."

Everyone fell silent, their gazes fixed on Serena as she turned and walked back to her room.

Bang! Richard slammed the ashtray down on the floor, his frustration boiling over.

Margaret's heart raced. "I'll help Serena pack."

Serena didn't have much—just a notebook, a tablet, and a phone. She was leaving with the bare minimum, just as she had arrived, but now there was a dress Margaret had gifted her in her suitcase.

Margaret couldn't help but glance at her. Serena's expression was distant, her eyes lowered. It was clear she wasn't in the best of moods, but that was all.

“Ms. Serena, if you apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Reed, they might reconsider. They might not send you back to the Sullivan orphanage," Margaret said hesitantly.

Serena's voice was flat. "They've wanted to get rid of me for a long time."

Margaret's chest tightened. "Aren't you sad?"

Serena's face remained as cold as ever, unaffected by the oppressive September heat. Walter, too, felt an unsettling chill in his chest.

"Who's the next family?" Serena asked, her voice light and indifferent.

Walter spoke with respect. "Do you remember Mrs. Morrow from two months ago? She has two sons and has always wanted a daughter. She liked you immediately, but we had just found your biological parents, so she missed the chance. I called her on my way here, and she's thrilled. She's already on her way."

He paused before adding, "I believe this family will be better for you."

Serena's future now hinged on this last chance. If it didn't work out… she had no more options.

Walter wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Send Margaret $500,000 for her retirement," Serena instructed.

Walter paused, but nodded. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of respect for Serena. She wasn't the troublemaker they thought she was. She just needed the right people around her.

The Reed family had no idea what they had just discarded. Serena was no ordinary girl. She was the only one who could flawlessly integrate the ancient genetic codes from a primordial tomb. A real, next-level national experiment.

A real treasure, protected by the government.

Richard paced around the living room before stepping outside after her, a check in hand.

"Take this check. Don't say I never looked out for you as a father," he called.

He was sure Serena would take it. After all, $10,000 was probably more than she had ever seen in her life.

But she didn't even reach for it.

Trying to sound kind, he urged, "None of the families that adopted you before were any good. This time won't be any different. You…”

Before he could finish, the hum of an approaching Rolls-Royce Phantom cut him off.

"Serena, your ride is here."