Adrian led the way, walking through an empty hallway until they reached a basement on the lower level. As soon as they entered, Cheyenne felt the temperature drop significantly. She was only wearing a thin beige coat and instinctively pulled up her collar to cover her stomach.
This simple reflex action carried with it a hint of maternal tenderness that was unique to her.
The basement looked like another huge laboratory; there were rows upon rows of rectangular glass containers. They looked like giant boxes or ice coffins lying there motionless.
Inside each container were people of different genders, ages and skin colors all frozen in colorful liquid. They appeared lifeless as if they were ice sculptures rather than human beings who had once been alive and breathing.
Recalling what she had seen before – the immortal beings and white worms crawling out from the pregnant woman’s belly – Cheyenne boldly guessed that this was an “experiment” that went against natural laws and human nature.
They used pregnant women’s wombs to produce virus-infected worm eggs which were then implanted into carefully selected “molds” to create undead immortals who could not die. These corpses soaked in various liquids were their chosen “molds.”
She remembered when Adrian caught her here before; he wanted to use her as a “worm mother,” but someone stopped him so he found someone else instead.
So… that woman just now… she actually died because of me!
A complex emotion surged inside Cheyenne’s heart; she bit down on her red lip while dazzling light flashed across her eyes.
If she had known this truth earlier, she would have acted sooner to release that woman from hell earlier!
As she pondered this thoughtfully, Adrian had walked up to the large white door ahead and pressed his hand against it. The previously tightly shut laboratory door slowly opened revealing yet another room inside…
He stood at the doorway. Seeing Cheyenne still standing motionless behind him, he impatiently urged, “Grandniece, don’t you want to see those two old men? Hurry up!”
Cheyenne snapped back into reality; her hands clasped behind herself confidently.
Her relaxed appearance was more like a superior leader inspecting work progress, making people feel both amused and ridiculous.
As soon as Cheyenne stepped into the room, she heard familiar voices inside. Listening carefully to their conversation, she found it so funny that it made her laugh uncontrollably.
Just when the two of them were arguing fiercely inside the room, an untimely laughter suddenly sounded at the door which was very abrupt.
“Who’s the brat laughing? Get out here!”
The two voices spoke in unison and overlapped each other after being reflected by smooth walls creating echoes.
At this moment when they were still arguing fiercely against each other just now; they suddenly looked at Cheyenne with surprise when they realized she was standing at the door. Both of them froze.
“My junior!” Jonathan’s voice boomed loudly and full of vitality; it seemed he was doing well here. Cheyenne thought inwardly.
“Cheyenne! Is it really you?” He walked towards Cheyenne excitedly while his hands trembled slightly; tears flowed down his face while he looked at her mistily through tearful eyes.
When his gaze lowered and saw her high belly bulge up front; he stopped in his tracks almost tripping over himself before pointing towards her belly, asking, “You y-y-you… why did you suddenly become so fat? Did you eat too much outside without telling us anything about it? You are really heartless! You don’t know we’re still suffering here!”
As soon as he finished speaking these words, Layne slapped him hard on his forehead causing him to see stars all around him.
“I can’t believe you can’t see this as a doctor! My future great-grandchild will be born soon!”
As soon as he saw Cheyenne’s figure, Layne walked over calmly to greet her.
He looked her up and down, relieved that she only appeared to have lost some weight and grown paler but still seemed to be in good spirits. He asked in a low voice, “Is the baby Kelvin’s?”
Cheyenne didn’t hide anything from him and nodded her head, “Yes.”
Layne frowned with regret and said disappointedly, “Then what about Benson…”
“Grandpa, there is no possibility between us,” Cheyenne interrupted.
Thinking of Benson made Cheyenne feel worried and sad again. Before she passed out last time, she saw him standing resolutely in front of her.
She wondered how he was doing now after the Praying Magic backlash.
Seeing how disappointed Cheyenne looked about Benson made Layne think that Benson had changed his mind. He grumbled indignantly, “Forget it! That boy is also hypocritical; he even deceived me.”
“Why did you choose Kelvin instead of that young man from the Lara family? I thought Omari seemed better than Kelvin!” Layne mentioned Omari just as a tall black silhouette appeared at the door without making any sound.
Cheyenne’s expression didn’t change much when answering his question indifferently like someone who has experienced all kinds of ups-and-downs in life. “Does it matter? It’s all fate.”
“I never thought it would be him either but this child is innocent. I can give birth so that he can earn money for me and take care of me in my old age.”
Hearing this statement made Layne feel speechless; the child wasn’t even born yet but already Cheyenne wanted him to support her in her old age…
Couldn’t she have some parental responsibility?