Kael’s POV:
My jaw tightened as I lifted the photo again, staring at it like it could give me an answer.
“What the hell do you mean by that, Jessica?” I demanded, my voice low, dangerous.
Jessica tilted her head, lips curving in that smug smile of hers. “I mean exactly what I said. Do you remember Milton Carroway’s lab?”
The name alone made my stomach knot.
She went on, her tone sharp. “He isn’t just some respected doctor. He’s experimenting—performing surgeries on people with the psychopathic gene. Cutting into their skulls, replacing their brains with ‘original’ ones. Clean brains, he calls them. But…” She leaned closer, her voice a whisper like a blade. “There’s a high chance your son wasn’t given a clean brain. Milton could have replaced his with another brain—one belonging to a p
