Chapter 469

After hearing Wilmer's story, Isabella flopped onto the couch, lost in thought for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

"Seriously, this sounds like something straight out of a movie, so cliché," Isabella griped, feeling like Wilmer was pulling her leg.

"Come on, Isabella, I'm not messing with you. I was already grown up before my grandfather passed away, and I remember a lot. Our family business had nothing to do with medical stuff, let alone genetics," Isabella expressed her disbelief.

Wilmer didn't let Isabella's skepticism ruffle his feathers. He just smiled politely and said, "Think you know it all? Bet you didn't know your grandma was a genetic whiz, did you?"

Isabella's mind screeched to a halt. To her, her grandma Sloane Taylor was just a regular homemaker. She had no clue about Sloane's past, let alone her genetic research.

Wilmer handed Isabella some papers.

Perplexed, Isabella skimmed through the documents, her brow furrowing. Her face twisted in confusion as the papers turned out to be legitimate academic articles, penned by a woman using the alias "Rose."

"So, you're saying this Rose lady is my grandma?" Isabella asked, shooting Wilmer a skeptical look. "Sure, my grandma liked roses, but that's a stretch."

Wilmer shrugged. "Why not ask Mason? He was at the same college as your grandparents. He might know what your grandma was into."

Without missing a beat, Isabella dialed Mason's number.

Lately, Mason had been feeling a bit off, realizing he was becoming forgetful. If he really wanted to confirm if Michael was Isabella's husband, all he had to do was check for Michael's prints where they had stayed together.

Unfortunately, the place where Isabella and Michael were previously hospitalized had already been cleaned, and all fingerprints had been wiped away. This only added to Mason's frustration.

Finally, Mason came up with a plan. He decided to sneak in some hidden cameras in the living room, record his chats with Michael, and show Isabella the footage to unveil her hubby's true colors.

Just as Mason was about to set up the cameras, Isabella called him.

"What's up, Isabella? What made you call out of the blue? Did you run into some trouble?" Mason asked, flashing a grin.

Isabella cut to the chase, "Mason, do you know what field my grandma studied in college?"

Taken aback, Mason hadn't seen that coming.

"Your grandma was all about biology and genetics in college. Why do you ask?" Mason asked, curious.

Isabella was floored. She had never paid attention to Sloane's accomplishments and quickly asked, "Did my grandma use her real name when she published papers?"

Mason chuckled. "No, your grandma was low-key. She never used her real name for papers; she went by Rose."Fully convinced now, Isabella realized Mason had no reason to deceive her.

"Sorry, Mason, I have some things I need to take care of; I'll have to hang up now." Isabella knew this was no simple issue and ended the call abruptly.

Isabella didn't want Mason caught up in this mess. Dealing with a threat that could tear the Taylor Family apart would be tough even for Mason.

Mason stared at his phone, puzzled, wondering why Isabella had asked those questions. 'Does Isabella already know about the drama brewing among us old folks?' he wondered.

At that moment, Isabella turned to Wilmer, her expression serious. "What else do you know?" she asked.

Wilmer met Isabella's gaze calmly and said, "That project was called the Insight Project, aiming to unravel the secrets hidden in human genes. Your grandma was actually my mentor. Sadly, I wasn't part of the Insight Project."

Isabella cut Wilmer off with a dismissive gesture, narrowing her eyes at him. "How did my grandma die? I have a feeling it wasn't natural," she said.

When Isabella first heard of Sloane's death, she wanted to see her body but was stopped by Patrick. He claimed Sloane had died in a car explosion, suffering severe burns. The details were too gruesome for Isabella to handle, so she wasn't allowed to view the body. They cremated her remains and buried them swiftly.

Wilmer sighed softly. "Sloane's death was linked to the genetic drug research. It seems a virus was involved. Your grandpa came to me and briefly mentioned that the tragedy was due to a virus leak. Your grandma chose to perish with the virus to prevent its spread."

Dizzy with shock, Isabella's head spun. Patrick and Sloane had always been so kind to her.

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Isabella questioned, "And even after my grandma's sacrifice, they wouldn't leave us alone?"

Wilmer nodded gravely. "Your grandpa sought me out and handed over some research materials and tasks. He mentioned that the politician behind the experiment couldn't afford any scandals as he was eyeing the presidency. He wanted to erase all ties to the experiment. Your grandpa caught wind of this early on, so he decided to break up the family to avoid suspicion."

Finally grasping who Wilmer was referring to, Isabella quickly pieced together the identity of the president responsible for their family's downfall.

Wilmer spoke solemnly, "Even though your grandpa disbanded the family, this isn't over. That guy still suspects your family holds the original research data, so he planted a spy. After digging around, I finally uncovered the mole's identity. I believe your recent run-in with Paxton's goons is also tied to this person."

Locking eyes with Wilmer, Isabella's gaze turned steely with hatred. "Spill it. Who is it?"

Wilmer replied calmly, "It's Paxton's butler, Jonah."