Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 1058

That's when I remembered the babies that Edward had kept in captivity at Country M.

Changing genes and surviving on merit is obviously something you want to do while the iron is hot, and the earlier the success rate, the better, so Edgar reached out to the defenseless child.

Survival of the fittest is a law of nature, but in the eyes of the Vance, it has apparently become an excuse to prey on the survival opportunities of others.

In order to realize the Vance family's perfect genetic plan, they have violated humanitarianism by using countless newborn babies and children as test subjects, sacrificing the happiness and integrity of millions of families as a matter of course in order to keep their own wealth and glory.

After the words fell, all the fellows bowed their heads in unison and chose to keep their mouths shut.

The silence, precisely the best proof of my suspicions.

For a moment indignation overwhelmed all emotions, I could not resist spitting, "What the hell!"

Think of the tame lions and tigers in the circus and you can see how terrible it is to be a test subject. "inferior people" while torturing the descendants of the "inferior people" to destroy their hopes.

A child is a gift from God, the cleanest and purest being in the world, yet the Vance is involved in a swamp of profit.

I shudder to think what the Vance will do one day when the research technology is mature, whether it will simply ensure the continuation of the family's perfect genes, or whether it will extend its evil hand to the offspring of ordinary people and engrave "inferiority" into their genes.

Thinking of this, couldn't help but glare at the two fellows on the ground, grinding his back teeth and opening his mouth to curse, "Aiding and abetting the enemy, you're no good!"

"All the remaining researchers and experimenters who were involved in the experiment, where are they now!"

Horrible and hateful anti-human experiments that should never have continued to exist.

At the moment, the young researcher's face was full of snot and tears, and his eyes were lax because of fear, and hearing my words, he broke off and said an address, "m, Country M California's St. Peter's Orphanage ..... .118 ......"

The voice was too small and vague, I did not hear much, and I did not have the patience to ask questions, so I explained to Toby, who was guarding next to me, "Assistant Toby, you go there, find out the situation, as far as possible to solve the children out."

"Yes, Mrs. George," Toby responded cheerfully, and then signaled his men to escort the group of researchers out.

Once they left, only the three of us were left in the living room. Perhaps it was the unknown about the genetic lesion in me that caused everyone to be unsure, so the atmosphere was extraordinarily stagnant.

Leo had his hands in the pockets of his pants, his brow knitted into an inverted eight, looking like a preoccupied little old man.

Dennis's face is no better, always used to giving orders, not only just a few words, but now actually lit up a cigarette.

I exhaled a long breath, grimaced and walked to him, directly grabbed the cigarette in his hand, turned around and pressed it out in the ashtray.

"If I catch you smoking again, you will be directly punished by the family law." This fierce look tone, probably I in the eyes of Dennis, just became a living tigress.

So what? It was just a joke to liven up the atmosphere.

For me, the genetic lesion is uncertain and may never happen, but what I can be sure of is that Dennis will not go blind and I do not regret being a "guinea pig" for him this time.