Elena looked at me straight.
-Everything.
Prescott took a step towards her.
“Be careful.
Let her talk.
Elena pointed to the report.
Genevieve had a rare hereditary mutation. She was not necessarily fatal, but she could increase certain hematological risks in her children.
“We know that.
“No. They know a part.
He passed several pages.
“Seven years ago, before pregnancy, Genevieve participated in a fertility program associated with Halcyon.
I knew it.
We had difficulty conceiving.
Genevieve insisted that the treatment was safe.
I signed documents.
Too many.
I trusted her.
I trusted the doctors.
I trusted Sloane.
“During the process,” Elena continued, “genetic tests of the embryos were performed.
“And?
“The initial results showed that two embryos had the mutation.
I felt cold.
Jonah and Blythe.
Not necessarily. Not yet.
Elena passed her finger through a line.
According to this report, these embryos should be ruled out of the procedure and two others that did not show the variant used.
“Then what happened?
Someone changed the labels.
Prescott muttered a curse.
I didn’t understand.
Or maybe I didn’t want to understand.
Why?
Elena held my eye.
Because Halcyon was developing experimental therapy.
I felt the room becoming smaller.
“No.
They needed patients with a very specific genetic profile.
“No.
Genevieve discovered six years later that his children’s records matched internal numbers of a research protocol.
I hit the desk.
My children are not experiments!
Elena took a step back.
I know.
Are you saying that someone deliberately chose embryos with a mutation?
“I’m saying the documents indicate that the transferred embryos did not correspond to those you had authorized.
Who did it?
That’s what Genevieve was trying to prove when he died.
I looked at Prescott.
Call Franklin.
“He’s coming.
And block the property.
“Level?
“Total.
Prescott came out.
I turned to Elena.
Why did Genevieve come to you?
