Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189:

For a moment, Allison didn’t fully register what had just occurred.

She hesitated before opening the file — and then froze entirely.

“The password worked.”

Her face betrayed little emotion, but her trembling fingers told a different story.

Twice, her fingers faltered, striking the wrong key.

The document contained a name she had longed to see — her mother, Lilyana.

She had spent years chasing any hint about her mother, but her efforts had mostly led to dead ends.

Over time, she had learned not to let herself hope too much.

Yet now, it felt as though everything was about to shift.

Allison inhaled deeply, her nerves sharper than ever, and clicked the mouse with newfound determination.

Allison unearthed a trove of lab data and conclusive findings within the documents.

Each page was laden with her mother Lilyana’s handwritten notes.

“By my second year at the experimental base, I realized the concept of immortality was nothing more than a myth. Weaponizing humans defies nature itself. Attempting to push human limits leads to dire side effects, and these experiments come at the cost of innocent lives.”

“By the fifth year, I uncovered the identity of the mastermind running this base. I must gather evidence and bring their crimes to light. They exploit the blood of ordinary people in their twisted experiments, all in pursuit of immortality. The truth must be exposed.”

“Fleeingland Lab is just one of many. I need to find a way to stop them.”

gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺 – 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

“I’ve been compromised. Thankfully, I’ve secured the evidence on a special chip. If I don’t make it, I hope someone will find it and reveal the truth.”

As Allison read through the notes, her chest tightened.

Memories of Fleeingland Lab flooded her mind. Even back then, she’d suspected the higher-ups couldn’t be oblivious to the illegal human experiments.

And now, the scale of how long this had persisted confirmed her assumption.

As she moved the mouse, a map appeared on the screen, a red dot blinking ominously at a specific location.

The signal seemed unyieldingly steady.

She clicked the location, and without warning, an audio clip began to play — her mother’s gentle voice filled the room.

“Allison, you’ve found me at last.”

The sound of her mother’s voice froze Allison in place.

Even Amya, standing silently beside her, looked momentarily dazed.

She had heard fragments of stories about Allison’s mother.

After all, she’d once been responsible for interrogating Lilyana following the fall of Fleeingland Lab.

“Ms. Clarke, is that… your mom’s voice?”

“Yes.”

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