Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 1077:

As she gazed at the screen now, she realized that was her Ayla. But the image before her was a far cry from the vibrant, lively girl she knew. Looking at the disheveled hair, dull eyes, and distorted features on the screen, she couldn’t shake the creeping sense of guilt that had taken hold of her heart.

Could the risk she took with her daughter’s future have ultimately backfired?

Still, Sansa couldn’t wrap her head around it. Her daughter had been doing so well; how could things take a sudden turn for the worse?

She thought that Marissa was responsible.noveldrama

Sansa’s eyes blazed with indignation as she pointed a trembling finger at Marissa. “This is not Ayla! This is some kind of sick deception. You’re hiding my real daughter, afraid to let her return to me because you know she’ll surpass you. You can’t bear the thought of being overshadowed by her.”

In the face of Sansa’s accusation, Marissa remained composed. “Whether you believe it or not, your daughter has already undergone a transformation. This transformation is still ongoing, and the end result is unknown.”

Rex was shocked. “Tiffany, you’re saying the person on the screen is my daughter Ayla, and she has turned into this monstrous form due to the virus injection?”

“That’s correct,” Marissa confirmed. “Not only is her appearance constantly changing, but her personality is also evolving in unpredictable ways. Without immediate treatment, she could become something completely unrecognizable.”

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Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from the phone screen, capturing everyone’s attention once again.

On the screen, Ayla, who had been sitting quietly in a corner of the lab, suddenly sprang up with the ferocity of a wild animal, pounding the iron bars in front of her and letting out eerie howls.

With unyielding determination, Ayla attacked the iron bars, her resolve unwavering despite the physical toll it took on her body. Her nails shredded, her fingers cracked, and her head pounded against the cold metal, leaving her battered and bruised. Yet, she refused to relent, driven by an unbreakable will to shatter the bars and break free.

She moved with almost mechanical precision, seemingly impervious to the agony she must have been experiencing, fueled by a relentless drive toward self-destruction. Such was the intensity of her frenzy that everyone watching was left in shocked silence, their eyes fixed on the display on the phone screen.

Rex, Ayla’s father, was beside himself with panic, his voice cracking as he shouted frantically, “Stop her! Someone, stop her now!”

Sansa crumpled onto the floor, her face a portrait of shock and disbelief. Her voice, trembling with bewilderment, whispered, “How could this even happen? How is it possible?”

Marissa, steady and composed, issued a firm command through the phone. “Administer a tranquilizer.”

“Yes, Ms. Nash,” Johnny replied without hesitation, his voice resolute.

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