Listening to Santos'' words, Paul didn''t immediately catch on. It took him a moment before he tilted his head, following Santos'' gaze.


    What he saw was a young woman with her eyes closed, her head covered by a hat, a few strands of hair framing her forehead, yet her features were still


    discernible.


    Beautiful.


    As Paul''s eyes rested on Mirabe, pondering over Santos'' words, the expression in his eyes suddenly shifted. He averted his gaze back to Santos.


    The person they had fought so hard to save, could it really be Rea, that child?


    Paul''s hand by his side clenched as he whispered in disbelief, "She, she is..."


    Santos crossed his legs, leaning back in his chair with a slight push, and took it upon himself to clear Paul''s confusion, "Cian."


    "No, that''s impossible," Paul''s lips, pale and trembling, barely moved, "I''ve said it before, Rea is dead. She''s not Rea, she isn''t!"


    Santos merely nced at Paul with a light scoff, "Stop the act, she admitted it herself."


    Did he really think denying it would protect Cian?


    Naive.


    Santos shook his head, then added casually, "You should thank me, for this reunion."


    Paul''s fingers tightened even more. He didn''t want to believe what Santos was saying at this moment, but from the look in thetter''s eyes, he could tell he wasn''t joking.


    So, the girl was indeed Rea.


    Paul felt a mix of joy and overwhelming concern.


    He knew all too well what fate awaited those who fell into the hands of the


    Stevenson family''s traitors. Taking a deep breath, Paul finally spoke, "What have you done to her?"


    Santos tapped his finger on his knee,


    seeing Paul no longer hid his


    feelings, his lips curved slightly, not bothering to conceal the truth, "Just


    injected her with something to temporarily weaken her resistance."


    "Let the girl go, I''lle with you, to be dealt with as you see fit," Paul said, his


    voice no longer rigid but carrying a hint of pleading.


    He was already old, and Rea was still so young; she shouldn''t have to be their test subject again.


    Santos looked at Paul as if he were a fool, "Do you think that''s possible?"


    Not to mention the effort it took to bring her back to the base, but the knowledge


    of cutting-edge technology in her mind was enough to drive anyone mad.


    "Speaking of which, Morgan, you yed a significant role in making this happen," Santos nodded, adding lightly, "Perhaps when we get back to the base, I can ensure you leave with some dignity."


    At these words, Paul''s eyes widened.


    "You should know, the one who hurt Cian isn''t me, it''s you," Santos continued.


    These words, dropping like a bomb, struck directly at Paul''s heart, making his blood freeze; coldness was his only sensation now.


    Paul''s face turned pale, his hand hanging limply by his side,cking the strength even to lift.


    Some things don''t need to be spelled out to be understood, so... was it he who had harmed the child?


    Seeing Paul engulfed in self-me, Santos'' lips twitched slightly.


    Being isted from the world isn''t necessarily good, but it might not be bad either. Look, just a few words and he''s already drowning in guilt.


    Tsk.


    At this moment, Santos was merely an onlooker enjoying the drama, bis gaze fixed on Paul, not noticing that in the corner, the person who was supposed to be in a deepa had already opened her eyes.