Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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lan reluctantly agreed, but he still harbored doubts.

"Why hasn't Windhelm let any of those folks he's successively sent over help you out?"

Sarah chuckled softly, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes, "It's not that | haven't considered it. But how many people in this

world have a gift for medicine like Eric? Sure, Windhelm sends over the cream of the crop, but take a look around the lab. Everyone

here is top-notch. They were all geniuses in their own right, but in this place, they're just grunts, toiling away. The ones who make

a nfor themselves here? They're a genius among geniuses. Over the years, not just Windhelm, but other countries have sent

people too. And not a single soul has left alive."

She had been waiting, waiting for another partner to show up. But so far, everyone had perished in the experiments.

Eric had made it out alive, but back then there were only three pills, just enough for one person to escape. She had told him,

though, that if anything were to happen, he could find her on a place called Forbidden Island.

Summer must have hidden her body there. She didn't know what that body had been through, but if its memories hadn't been

completely destroyed, maybe it could help him.

Arter all, the jellyfish seal was still out there, and she reckoned the BK organization must still be leaderless. Though Summer was

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the mastermind behind Forbidden Island, he was far too cocky for his own good.

Sarah rubbed her temples, "We better hurry up. The commotion you stirred up today has already spooked the herd."

lan nodded, promptly picking up the medication from the table and heading to the central hall. After he left, Sarah took the

cigarette from her lips and studied it. When she had picked up the smoking habit, she didn't recall.

For years, something in her mind just wouldn't click, until she overheard Philip's conversation. It was as if she'd been injected with

new vigor.

She finally understood what she had lost and what she needed to find. It was her daughter, whom she had desperately wanted to

protect. Even if she had becsomething neither human nor ghost, she had to leave this place alive, even if it was just for one

glance.

She was no longer the girl from her memories, and she was sure that even face to face, her daughter wouldn't recognize her. And

that body, long locked away, was probably nearing the end of its life.

Sarah looked up at the ceiling and lit another cigarette. The yearning to see her kin was so intense, as if it threatened to burst from

deep within her throat.

She smoked seven or eight cigarettes in a row before she could calm herself down.

So, that was what her grown-up daughter looked like. It was unexpected. Not much resemblance to herself, but those eyes were

strikingly similar.

Her lips curled into a smile, and she fiercely tossed the cigarette butt away. From now on, it was tto quit smoking. No more.

Stepping outside, lan saw a bunch of people in black clothing beginning to inspect the area.

The chaos had caught the attention of the higher-ups, who were worried that someone might have infiltrated the facility. But the

hall was far from calm, as everyone was horrified to discover that Subject 8 was missing.

Subject 8 had always been a thorn in everyone's side, and now that it was gone, where could it have hidden?

Upon hearing that Subject 8 was missing, lan immediately figured where the kid would hide. He probably had escaped through the

access points into the air ducts.

There had been a fire, a short circuit, and the cameras had been out for about ten minutes. The kid must have taken that

opportunity to hide.

Back in the core research lab, Sarah heard a noise and turned to see a head poking through the door - it was the very Subject 8

everyone was searching for.

"Doctor," subject 8 spoke, the voice still holding a youthful tenderness.

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"Doctor, is he the one we've been waiting for?"

Subject 8 was only eighteen years old, yet he had asked the squestion for five years.

“Is he the one we've been waiting for? Can we go out now? Doctor, will we ever meet someone like that?”

Every ta newcomer arrived at the base, he was the first to ask. But within a few days, those new people would all end up dead.

He waited and waited, and then lan came.

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