Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace Chapter 416

Upon departing the hospital, Sophia sternly cautioned Timothy to keep his distance from Xan.

He hadn't even attempted to mend his image in her sight when she slipped into the car and slammed the door shut, narrowly missing his fingers.

"Mrs. Black! Please let me explain, Mrs. Black! My feelings for Xan are sincere, I-" Zachary blocked Timothy from pursuing them.

"Can’t you tell from Mrs. Black’s gaze that she’s about to run you down from behind the wheels?" Zachary uttered in terror.

Chills crept down Timothy's spine. "Forget it... I’ll explain to her some other day."

"Ashton told you to stay away from his mother," Zachary answered with a casual shrug.

"But I—" Timothy felt deeply wronged. He still yearned to alter Sophia’s perception of him.

"Let’s just go for now. We’ll get Ashton to help once he’s back." Zachary tugged him along.

Something clicked in Timothy’s mind as he eyed Zachary. "Xan mentioned something about you liking Ashton? What did she mean by that?"

Zachary nearly choked, frantically waving his hands. "Don’t listen to Xan’s nonsense. She misunderstood the situation! That day, my pants got tangled up, so I got Ashton to help me out. He pulled too hard and ripped my pants open. Xan happened to walk in and saw what happened."

Timothy stood speechless. He marveled at Zachary’s audacity in asking Ashton for assistance, fully aware of his immense power.

In a dim corner, as the duo exited the hospital, a lollipop-sucking young man in a hoodie revealed a creepy grin.

"Even though that woman named Xan is dumb, she’s quite a fighter—she took down seven people on her own," he remarked during a phone call. "Ashton is under the protection of Genome Society overseas, so we can’t touch him for now, but his sister is still here. I’m sure he’ll come back if we abduct one of his family members."

Pulling back his hood exposed a youthful face marred by malice. "Eirene and I will transfer to Xandra’s university tomorrow. We’ll find ways to take her away."

Dexter had already come back from his morning run when Sophia stirred awake early the following day. Post-shower, he emerged from the bathroom clad in a towel—a captivating scene for her morning gaze.

Stretching languidly, Sophia reclined against the headboard and beckoned Dexter with a hooked finger. "Come here and let me have a feel."

By now, he was accustomed to her tactile explorations, motivating his rigorous daily workouts to maintain peak form. "Carry me to wash up." Sophia clambered onto his back as he approached compliantly. With affectionate resignation, he transported her to the bathroom.

"Have you heard anything about Ashton recently?" she inquired.

Sophia grappled with constant anxieties. Beyond fretting over Ashton’s peril, she agonized about Xan drawing losers.

"My men are keeping an eye on him. It’s unlikely those from the laboratory will be able to take him away on someone else’s turf. The most they can do is to create some fun for Ashton." Dexter harbored zero concern for Ashton.

"I’m more worried about Xan instead," he grumbled. Not from bias, but her swift evolution alarmed him.

Dexter meticulously tracked her bodily transformations and evolutionary pace. She masked it effectively for the moment, but relentless progress and gene mutations might shatter containment.

Uncontrolled escalation would unleash havoc. Xan could be sniffed out by lab operatives or draw the gaze of Genome Society’s foreign divisions.

They’d likely vivisect and scrutinize her in twisted trials.

Such a fate would thrust the family back into nomadic shadows. Dexter would have no recourse but to spirit them into perpetual concealment.

"Will those medications be able to control the speed of Xan’s evolution?" Sophia whispered, sharing his dread. Years of toil with Dexter yielded a suppressant for her gene fission, halting further change—yet it merely decelerated the frenzy of her rampant cells.

Sophia recoiled from pondering Xan’s potential eternal life amid this trajectory. Countless souls chased that elusive boon.

"Reincarnation" merely substituted for failed immortals. Why trade frail vessels endlessly when one’s own form could defy decay?

"The medication can only slow it down temporarily. We’ll buy as much time as we can," Dexter affirmed.

Dispensing toothpaste, he assisted Sophia’s dental routine. "I’ve already had Joel and Eason purchase properties in places like Moricco or the Verdentia Isles region. If things get out of hand, we’ll hide in the most dangerous places."

Hazardous havens concealed best.

Sophia’s brow furrowed; she recognized it as their dire fallback. Fleeing borders ignited an unending chase.

Reclaiming homeland would border impossibility thereafter.

Zachary chauffeured Timothy to collect Xan from home. Stevie’s aid let her unbolt the door before she darted out stealthily.

"Did your parents consent to you coming out, Xan?" Timothy asked hesitantly, fretting over her unsanctioned bolt.

"They’re currently having sex, so they won’t notice me gone within the hour. Hurry and go now!" Loathing fibs, Xan pressed Zachary to accelerate away.

Xan understood Sophia intimately—fresh from jogging, Dexter proved irresistible. Breakfast loomed an hour or two distant, granting ample slippage.

An embarrassed hush gripped Zachary and Timothy.

"Um... Your parents seem to love each other very much. Why didn’t they... try for another child?" Zachary ventured to diffuse the tension.

"It’s because of their physical restrictions," Xan answered, cocking her head faintly. "They can’t conceive naturally." Zachary reeled in astonishment. "What about Ashton and you then?"

"We were conceived through genetic merging," Xan stated gravely.

Timothy swiftly muffled her, terrified of escalating taboo revelations.

The instant they entered the university parking lot, all four of Zachary’s tires deflated together. He gaped in disbelief. Though a begrudged paternal hand-me-down, no cause justified quadruple failure.

"Hah? What kind of beat-up car is this? Who still drives such a cheap car in this day and age?" A glossy sports car glided in beside them, disgorging a pink-haired woman.

Flashy and sneering, she cast a contemptuous look at Zachary’s vehicle.

"Someone must have thrown nails out to puncture your tires." Timothy scowled inspecting the embedded spikes, his visage hardening.

Zachary snapped furiously, "Did I offend you with my beat-up car? Did you throw out the nails?"

"So what if I did?" The pink-haired woman ditched her shades and unleashed a savage kick.

Zachary’s swift instincts hoisted an arm to parry, but the impact hurled him rearward, teetering on collapse.

Xan steadied him from behind, fixing a vigilant glare on the woman. Frowning, Timothy positioned himself protectively before Zachary.

Zachary gawked at her in disbelief, staggered by her prodigious might.

"That’s enough, Eirene. It’s our first day of transfer. We should get along with our peers." A lanky youth alighted from the flanking G-class SUV, buzz-cut head accenting his roguishly handsome allure.

"Hello, I’m Petros Fox, and she’s my sister—Eirene Fox. This is our first day of transferring to this university, so we’d like to make friends with all of you." Petros proffered his hand to Timothy.

Courteous to dodge conflict, Timothy gripped it, only for Petros to clamp vise-like. Timothy winced. Inured to Ashton’s superhuman grip, this lad mirrored it flawlessly.

For a normal guy, Timothy packed decent punch, yet dwarfed Petros utterly.

As his hold faltered, Xan advanced, seizing Petros’ wrist. A crisp snap echoed from minimal squeeze—ulna and radius fracturing in tandem.

Xan fixed Petros with an icy stare and hissed, "He’s mine. You don’t deserve to touch him."