Chapter 120The moment Camilla opened the box, everyone went silent. Inside was a stack of old documents, a small silver pendant, and a photograph folded in half. Camilla reached for the photograph first, her fingers trembling as she unfolded it. The image showed three babies lying beside each other. Two of them looked almost identical, while the third baby was smaller and wrapped in a white blanket.“Those are us,” Elena whispered.Camilla nodded slowly. “But there are three.”Richard's face had gone pale. “Close the box.”Camilla looked at him. “Why?”“Because you don't know what you're holding.”“That is exactly why I'm going to find out.” She reached for the documents, but Richard suddenly moved forward. Dominic stepped in front of him. “Stay where you are.” Richard stopped, his eyes remaining fixed on the papers.Camilla opened the first document. Her eyes moved across the page before she suddenly froze. “What is this?”Marcus stepped closer. “Let me see.”Camilla handed it to hi

Chapter 122The little girl smiled and Camilla's heart pounded as memories continued rushing through her mind. She saw herself as a child, standing in this same room with another little girl. They had been separated by the glass, and Camilla remembered crying as men carried the other girl away.“I'll come back for you,” little Camilla had promised.The memory disappeared as quickly as it came.Camilla covered her mouth.“I remember.”Dominic held her shoulders. “What do you remember?”“That girl.” Camilla pointed toward the glass. “Her name is Sophia. I knew her.”Elena stared at the child. “But she looks exactly like us.”Victor looked away Camilla noticed.“You knew.”Victor didn't respond.“You knew about her!”Victor finally turned toward her. “I knew there was a third child.”“But you never told me.”“Because I was trying to protect you.”Camilla shook her head. “Everyone keeps saying they're protecting me while lying to me.”The little girl suddenly knocked on the glass everyone

Chapter 124Camilla couldn't move. She stared at the young woman standing beside her mother, unable to understand what she was seeing. Another face that looked like hers. Another person claiming to be her sister.Elena stepped forward first. “Who are you?”The woman smiled at her. “You really don't remember me?”Elena shook her head.The woman looked at Camilla. “But she does.”Camilla's heart raced. “I don't know you.”The woman's smile faded. “You will.”Dominic moved closer to Camilla. “Stay behind me.”The woman glanced at him. “You always do that.”Dominic frowned. “Do what?”“Protect her from things she has a right to know.”Camilla looked at her mother. “Who is she?”Her mother remained silent.“Mom?”Her mother's eyes filled with tears.“Camilla, please.”“Please what?” Camilla's voice broke. “How many more people are there that look like me? How many more secrets are you going to keep from me?”The young woman stepped forward. “There were three.”Camilla stared at her.“Three

Chapter 126Dust fell from the ceiling as the red symbol on the glass grew brighter. Camilla stared at it, unable to understand what was happening. Somewhere beneath her feet, machinery roared to life.Dominic tightened his grip on her hand. “Camilla, stay behind me.”The man with the silver ring laughed softly. “You still think this is about protecting her.”Dominic glared at him. “Whatever you want from her, you won't get it.”“You're wrong.”The man took one step forward.“I don't want anything from her.”His eyes moved to Camilla.“The system wants her.”Suddenly, the screens around them changed. The files disappeared, replaced by lines of genetic data moving rapidly across the monitors.Camilla felt a strange pressure in her chest.Then the silver pendant around her neck became warm.She grabbed it.“What is happening?”Isabella stared at the pendant.“Where did you get that?”Camilla looked at her. “I've had it for as long as I can remember.”Isabella's expression changed.“That

Chapter 128Camilla couldn't move the photographs covered every wall.Hundreds of them, some showed her as a baby. Others showed her as a little girl, then a teenager. There were photographs of her at school, in the garden, at the hospital, and even asleep in rooms she had never seen before.Dominic stepped beside her and stared at the walls.“These aren't memories,” he said quietly. “They're surveillance.”The doctor smiled. “Not exactly.”Camilla turned toward him.“Then what are they?”“Records.”“Of what?”“Your development.”Her stomach tightened the doctor walked toward the first photograph.“You were monitored from the day you were born.”Camilla looked at the picture, she was a newborn.A small silver bracelet was around her wrist.“Why?”“Because your grandfather needed to know whether the procedure had worked.”Camilla's eyes narrowed. “What procedure?”The doctor didn't answer immediately, instead, he walked to another photograph.Camilla was about five years old she was st