NovelEnglishChapter 476 The one who died, she wasn't the real Phoebe, not the Phoebe you grew up with. The so-called memory loss and confusion, that's something we've seen with clones after death - a mixing and sharing of memories. It's a phenomenon that our experiments haven't quite figured out yet, or how to control," Naomi glanced back atas she explained.
"So, Caleb, you have to make a choice between the Phoebe Caldwell upstairs and the Foebe Larson standing right here. You understand the kind of danger the organization represents... I'm not asking for your input; you're not in a position to fight them." Naomi was forcing Colin to choose - either take away the Phoebe upstairs or takewith him.
I met Colin's gaze, neither of us said a word.
After a moment, Colin pointed upstairs. "I'm taking Phoebe with me." His finger pointed at the woman upstairs, but his eyes lingered on me.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I stood rooted to the spot, unable to make a sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNaomi shota look, her confidence shining through - she had expected this outcome. "As your biological mother, I have the right to have you undergo a psychological evaluation." I stared back at Naomi, finally speaking with a scoff.
Finn and Robin exchanged puzzled glances. "What's going on? Foebe, what did you agree to?" I stayed silent, offering no explanation.
Naomi had made it clear: if I was the sacrifice, the organization would spare Colin...
Selfishly, I wished for Colin to live a peaceful life.
His choice of the woman upstairs wasn't wrong.
The organization wanted to reclaim its failed experiments, and I was the most valuable among those failures... So, they wanted to takeaway.
Following Naomi was the quickest way to reach the organization's leaders.
"One for one... He chose Phoebe," I said quietly, my voice breaking with emotion.
Bran looked at Colin, finally speaking. "Are you sure?" Colin shrugged off Bran's arm. "She is Phoebe..." Bran pointed at me. "And what about her?" "She's just a Foebe with sof Phoebe's memories," Colin's voice was hoarse, his eyes avoiding mine.
I looked away, a bitter laugh escaping me. "So, all you ever wanted was the emotionless Phoebe..." Colin lowered his head, speaking again. "I'm sorry..." "You don't have to apologize toI shrugged nonchalantly. "Even if you hadn't made a choice, I would have made one myself. I just hopeve live well." you I just hope you live well... That was once Colin's wish for Phoebe.
Now, my heart echoed his sentiment.
I only wished for him to live well, to live safely.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe Phoebe from upstairs cdown, her gaze cold as she looked at me, her sneer sharp as if sensing our shared gics. "Just a defective product..." As she passed by me, she whispered so only I could hear, labelinga defective product.
"Once you develop feelings, you
becvulnerable and flawed. The organization keeps experimenting on us, convincing ourselves is the only way to deceive everyone else. So, Foebe... are your feelings real, or is it all just an act?" she whispered close to me. I didn't answer her, just watched as she approached Colin to ask, "Can you bear it?" Colin took her hand. "I'm sorry... for not finding you sooner."
"It doesn't matter to me. As long as I'm hidden away, whether it's by you or someone else it doesn't make a difference," "Phoebe Caldwell'said indifferently. Colin's fingers stiffened as he led her away.
Bran frowned, wanting to say something but ultimately remained silent.
Robin, confused, looked back at me. "Foebe, cback with me." I took a step forward, but Naomi blocked my path.
She smiled atbriefly before letting go. "I'll wait here for your message." She was confident I would cback to her soon.
Because Colin had taken 'Phoebe Caldwell, he surely wouldn't keepby his side any longer.
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