Divorced The True Heiress Gets It All novel Chapter 630

Chapter 630

One of the trusted female researchers couldn’t help but retort, “Our experiments are absolutely legitimate. All the samples were legally procured.”

Ethan shot Aria a glare. “Either help record the data, or shut up and stop the chatter.”

His Huthailian was halting, tinged with a faint southern accent-the kind of accent one picked up from prolonged contact with a particular group.

Aria arched an eyebrow. “Dr. Murphy, is your wife Huthailian?”

Ethan’s expression darkened. “Flynt even told you that?”

Aria thought, ‘I knew it. She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked over to the female researcher and changed the subject. “What should I record?”

Laura was taken aback, clearly not expecting Aria’s sudden offer to help. After several seconds of hesitation, she pointed to Team One’s specimens. “Record the changes in this mouse.”

“Got it.” Aria grabbed a notebook and pen, beginning her observations.

During this time, Aria would casually drift between research stations, observing the other researchers. Whenever research reports were delivered, she’d subtly edge closer to scan their contents.

Aria suddenly asked, “Are all these samples from Huthailians? Do you have some vendetta against Huthailia?”

Laura replied, “You’re overthinking it. We only use Huthailian samples once we’ve made significant progress in our research.

“We’re not out to harm anyone. Gene editing can advance human development. We’re the ones pioneering these experiments for you first-so you should be happy.”

Aria said, “Oh, so we’re supposed to be grateful to you? If this experiment is so groundbreaking, why don’t you just keep it for yourselves?”

“It’s because—” Laura started, but Ethan’s sharp glare instantly silenced her.

Realizing she couldn’t extract any more information, Aria walked over to Ethan with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “If there’s a chance, I’d like to meet your wife, Dr. Murphy.”

Ethan eyed her warily. “Why do you want to see her?”

Without pausing her writing, Aria said, “We’re both Huthailians-it’d be nice to see a familiar face. Can’t I meet her?”

Ethan paused as if he was genuinely considering the proposal.

Then he shot Aria a glance and said, “Just focus on your notes. No more talking.”

Aria pieced together the facts: Ethan’s wife was Huthailian, kept from public view, and clearly mattered greatly to him.

She thought, ‘His wife was probably kidnapped, too. She must know more than I do.’

Russell’s hands trembled uncontrollably as he took the diary. He struggled to steady himself, got into the car, and ordered the driver, “Let’s go.”

The car was eerily quiet as Russell steeled himself before slowly turning to the first page. The childish handwriting had

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faded with time, now barely legible.

Russell strained to make out the words: [Today I met the young miss. She’s so beautiful. I want to serve her well and not cause Russell any trouble.]

[Miss killed a cat today. The look in her eyes was terrifying.]

[I made a mistake and Miss beat me. It really hurts. I mustn’t tell Russell, or he’d be worried.]

[Got beaten by Miss again today.]

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