But her voice was warped beyond recognition by the gas, and since I’d fitted the mask in a camera blind spot, Ethan hadn’t seen her face.
He scoffed coldly:
“Old hag, know your place! You blind wretch think you deserve to call me son?”
Margaret froze, her smile stiffening. After a few stunned seconds, she realized she still wore the mask and tried to rip it off.
“Son, it’s me, your mother! Hurry, save me!”
But the mask blocked her vision, and her fumbling hands were clumsy under the suffocating gas.
Ethan clicked his tongue in disgust:
“Can’t even pull off a mask properly. And you dare say you’re not Rachel’s blind mother?”
He clapped his hands.
The next moment, the gas pipe cover beside Margaret blew open, blasting her body ten meters across the chamber.
Bones cracked audibly—her ribs snapped. Her head lolled to the side as she fainted.
My pupils shrank.
Every piece of equipment in the institute could be controlled remotely. With the lab shut down, only the computer in Ethan’s control room could trigger that pipeline.
So he and Chloe weren’t just watching—they truly meant to kill us!
Ethan chuckled:
“Chloe, how was that acrobatics show?”
Chloe giggled, clapping:
“Amazing, Ethan! I want more!”