Chapter 1038

Arthur was entirely consumed by rage toward his two children.

He never imagined that Sebastian-the son who mirrored him so perfectly, who was supposed to surpass him—would make such a catastrophic mistake.

He had practically handed the address of their clandestine facility to an outsider.

Sure, a normal person wouldn’t think twice about an old factory or discover anything out of the ordinary.

But what if?

That girl, Serena, was far too unpredictable.

Both of his children had just been utterly dismantled by the exact same person.

“Yes, Dad… I let you down p>

Lying in the hospital bed, Sebastian lowered his eyes.

Hidden beneath his heavy lids was a churning, twisted hatred.

“If you know you failed me, then start figuring out our next move!” Arthur snapped,

his frustration boiling over as he looked at his crippled son.

Too exhausted to lash out physically again, he pinched the bridge of his nose and collapsed heavily onto the sofa, panting.

Just then.

The heavy curtains by the hospital window billowed violently.

A man in a dark trench coat, his face obscured by a mask and a low-brimmed hat, appeared silently by the glass.

Though his features were hidden, his mere presence changed the atmosphere. The temperature in the room instantly plummeted.

The sudden intrusion sent a shockwave through the four people in the room.

The second Arthur’s eyes landed on the figure, his enraged demeanor evaporated.

His eyes widened, his arrogant posturing completely gone, replaced by a pathetic subservience.

Like a mouse terrified of a predator, he scrambled forward, bowing low with a sickeningly sycophantic smile. “Special Envoy Mordecai, w-what brings you here?” Beneath his fawning tone lay absolute, undisguised terror.

The man in the trench coat ignored Arthur’s groveling, his cold, gray eyes sweeping over the room’s occupants.

There was no trace of human emotion in his gaze.

It was so detached it felt unnatural.

“Mr. Doyle he spoke, his voice raspy

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and carrying a stiff, mechanical accent. The higher-ups are highly dissatisfied with your recent performance.” t

A chill shot down Arthur’s spine, and cold sweat drenched his back. “Mr. Envoy, I-I can explain p>

“I have no interest in explanations.” The man cut him off. “Trash only has so much utility p>

“This competition was supposed to be our entry point into the Elyndor market p>

“If the Doyle family cannot secure

the remaining rounds and supplet viable Human Specimens to the

lab

“Then your family has no reason to exist p>

“When that time comes, the organization will simply find a more obedient dog p>

His tone was perfectly flat, devoid of any inflection.

Yet, every single word drained the blood from Arthur’s face, leaving his legs trembling violently.

He opened his mouth, desperate to defend himself.

But the envoy simply turned away.

The curtains snapped in the wind once more.

The man in the trench coat glanced back, revealing a fraction of his

sharp profile. “Someone is diggi neg

into your lab Clean up your own mess content

With those final words, the curtains fell back into place.

The figure by the window had vanished entirely.

It was as if his appearance had been nothing but a hallucination.

But the Doyles knew the horrifying truth.

It was no illusion.

Arthur stood frozen, staring blankly at the window, his complexion ashen.

Suddenly, he whipped around.

He looked at Sebastian in the bed and Bianca on the floor, his expression unreadable.

In that moment, a single terrifying thought echoed in their minds.

It was over.

The Doyle family was completely doomed.