Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
“I need to find Carol first, and you go on ahead.” Clark knew Taylor was worried about him and his sister. He flashed a charming smile, reassuring her, “We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
“But your injuries.””I’ll get them bandaged up in a bit. I need to help Bella first. I’ll be in touch.” Clark signaled for the people inside to close the door.
Taylor pounded on the door, watching Clark’s retreating figure, once again crying out, “Be careful, Clark, always be careful.”
Ten minutes later.
Mirabella and Romeo’s men had finally dealt with this wave of enemies. Looking at the dozens of bodies strewn around, Mirabella felt a sense of relief. It was lucky she had returned. Otherwise, who knew what would have happened if she continued to run after Grandpa Arno.
Just then, a plane descended from the sky.
“Ms. Bella, Mr. McMillian has prepared another plane for you, heading directly for the triangular zone.”
A bodyguard respectfully informed, “Please follow me. We also have a first aid kit on board to assist Clark”
Mirabella, supporting the bloody figure beside her, asked, “Can you walk?”
“I’m fine, it’s just a scratch.”
Clark winced as he accidentally pulled at his wound.
Mirabella smirked, “Too bad Carol didn’t get to see that.”
“We couldn’t let her see that, and it would upset her.” Clark winced again as the cold wind whipped at his wound.
The pain was excruciating.It reminded him of what Jack had once said. How much pain must Mirabella have endured when she faced those dangers alone?
How did she bear it?
Mirabella helped Clark onto the elevator.
“Ms. Bella, here are the snacks you asked me to get.” Jerry arrived, panting heavily, carrying an assortment of treats.
Mirabella took them, thanked him, and guided Clark onto the plane.
“You had someone get food for me?” Clark was surprised.
“Weren’t you hungry, Clark?”
Clark was at a loss for words. He had wanted to delay Mirabella’s return, but she had sent someone else to fetch food.
It made sense.
What could he say to his sister?
On the plane.
Mirabella tended to Clark’s wounds. Each gash was a shocking sight.
Who knew Clark could endure so much? Any other person would have been immobilized with pain after a couple of these wounds.
Clark’s patience was commendable. Thank heavens his wounds were not too deep. Those thugs weren’t out to kill him.
“What’s on your mind?” Clark couldn’t help but ask.
“Those guys were likely trying to bring us back alive, hence the non-fatal wounds.” Mirabella concluded, then added, “If it hurts, let me know.
“No way.” Clark started, but as the medicinal powder hit his wounds, he clenched his teeth against the pain.
Even though Mirabella tried to be as gentle as possible, the stinging pain from the medicine was enough to break him out in a cold sweat.
It was excruciating.
Mirabella, seeing his face, had to stifle a laugh, “Just let it out. I won’t laugh.”
“It doesn’t hurt at all.” Clark managed to say, and his face contorted in pain.
“We’ll be in the Triangular Zone soon. Follow my lead when we get there,’ Mirabella smiled, continuing her treatment. “It’s a bit chaotic; don’t go wandering off on your own”
Clark was speechless.
Why did it sound like she was well-versed in the Triangular Zone?
Just then, Clark’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Serena.Private jets had satellite communication, meaning they could access the internet and make calls at any time.
Clark, struggling due to his injuries, took out his phone and saw multiple messages from Serena.
[Clark, Mom told me you and Bella are in Iridia. I have the weekend off, can I come and join you guys?
]
[I really want to take pictures at the Art Palace and feel the sea breeze at Mac Beach. ]
[Please let me come. I promise I will be back after two days. ]
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Clark knew that Serena must have heard about him and Bella being in Iridia and assumed they were on vacation. Hence the plead.
He responded, [Bella and I aren’t here for fun. We have some work to do. Next time, I promise we’ll take you with us.]
[What are you and Bella up to? I want to join.]
[Take me with you. I promise I won’t be a nuisance.]
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Clark responded again, [It’s important, stay home this weekend, keep mom and dad company. I have to go, talk later]His arm and shoulder were injured, and even typing caused him pain. Yet he managed to respond to his little sister with utmost gentleness and patience.
But Serena, on the other end of the phone, felt his indifference, her heart sinking further.
So, Clark didn’t even want to pretend to comfort her anymore?
He didn’t even want to chat a little?
“Clark, put the phone down, have something to eat, then rest on the bed.” Mirabella, packing up her medical kit, advised gently, “I’ll have someone assist you later.’
“Okay:
“You, help Clark eat.’ Mirabella glanced at one of her men.
“Right away.” He hurriedly picked up the food, feeding Clark bite by bite.
Mirabella’s phone had been vibrating for a while. It was Jack, so she swiped to answer.
Jack hadn’t expected to arrive a step too late. When he had followed the leads to the ranch, he found that the boss had already left on a plane.
He had no choice but to call, “Boss, are you still in Lidaria?”
“I’m en route to the Triangular Zone on the plane.” Mirabella replied, then asked, “What’s up?”
“The orphanage you asked me to investigate, we’ve made some progress.” Jack reported, “It’s more complicated than we thought. You won’t believe the whole orphanage.”
Jack paused, then continued, “It’s one of the experimental bases of T3 Research Institute, not just a living laboratory but also a terrifying breeding ground”
T3 Research Institute is a terrifying medical organization that loves to research a variety of viruses and conduct experiments on children.
The children who can endure these experiments are recruited by their headquarters to become part of their organization.
In their growth trajectory, they often need to carry out various tasks.
They need a normal identity to cover up their private actions. Therefore, the orphanage director will arrange them into normal families, allowing them to have a seemingly everyday life on the surface.
“All foster parents have no idea how terrifying these adopted children are.” Jack sighed, “On the surface, they are like other children, going to school, have excellent grades, and are popular, but in reality, they need to report back to the organization regularly, completing various tasks assigned by the organization.”
At this point, Jack added, “These people have never experienced the warmth of a family since they were young.
After being adopted, they usually develop feelings for their foster parents, which becomes a weapon for the organization to restrain them.”
The glimmer in Mirabella’s eyes darkened, “You mean Carol might be a part of T3 Research Institute?”“Very likely!” Jack affirmed, “And I suspect she must have some leverage against the orphanage, which is why the research institute is desperate to catch her.”
“But I’ve fought with those guys, and their methods are not the institute’s.”
Hearing Mirabella say this, Jack also found it strange.
“However, the last time the people from T3 Research Institute targeted you, they caused us quite a bit of trouble. We lost one man, and another got injured, so we have a score to settle with them!”
Mirabella knew that once she was targeted by the people from this research institute, she either obediently served them, or there was only one outcome, a dead end.
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