At Lux hospital owned by the Lux family.

Lilian was talking with some people on his mobile. “I can’t move my fingers. I can’t even feel them.” His fingers were all swollen like he was suffering from some disease. They became very sensitive, so much so that even if someone were to blow air onto his hand, he’d cringe from pain. The doctors couldn’t explain the cause for this even after they ran multiple tests. “I want you all to bring this guy to me and then kill everyone in his family and relatives. I want them all dead.”

All the people he was video-chatting were wearing masks, no in reality but through filtering.

“We are already looking into that guy,” one of them said. “Rest assured, we won’t spare him. But there’s no need to go after his family, too, and make this a bigger scene.”

“What if he told his family members what he knew?” Lilian blurted. “We don’t even know how he knew about the swamp. He even knew about cloning. Who knows what else he knows? Is he an ex-military that worke