George glanced at the computer screen.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind. He was appalled.
“Al, maybe you are overthinking?”
“I genuinely hope so,” said Alden. “But I think something is indeed wrong with Mommy.”
George looked at him in disbelief. He turned around, took out his notebook, and tapped on the
keyboard to search for more information.
“The ones implanted with biochips are forced to accept programmed instructions,” read George.
“They will unconditionally complete the instructions like an emotionless robot.”
“They will do anything to complete the order. According to a survey, 30% of the victims killed their wives
to complete the order given to them.”
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“The official rescued dozens of victims who had been implanted with chips. After the chips were
destroyed, the victims were still found to suffer from long-term side-effects.”
George raised his head. “Al, this is impossible!”
Alden said in a faint voice, “We’ll find Mommy tomorrow.”
George hesitated for a moment. He nodded. Adina did not know anything about her children’s state at
that moment. She felt increasingly sleepy lately. After dinner, she went to sleep in her bedroom. She
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slept in the second bedroom because the windows were yet to be fixed in her own room.
Duke could not sleep for the whole night. He had been contacting people on the Dark Net. He now
knew more about biochips than anyone else in the world.
The weather got colder. The sky only brightened around eight in the morning.
Adina stretched sleepily and got up. She changed her clothes, went downstairs, and saw a steaming
breakfast on the dining table.
Duke had known she was awake, so he had warmed the breakfast and set it on the table.
She walked to the door of the study room while eating her breakfast and saw. Duke engrossed in his
work.
She found him especially handsome when he was so focused. His jawline was sharp, and he looked
very business-like. She could not take her eyes off him.
Adina restrained herself. “Did you sleep well?” she asked.
Duke did not turn to her, but said softly, “Not bad.”
He paused. “Addy, I have a bit of work piled up,” he said.
“Why don’t you eat and then work on yours as well?”
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