Mark finally understood why Robert had not disposed of him yet.
He was still useful.
Robert needed his mind to continue this. The realization became clear the moment Mark started feeling watched.
It wasn't imagination. The sensation followed him everywhere, from the laboratory corridors to his private quarters. Even outside, when he walked alone in the garden, he felt eyes on his back.
It made him restless.
One evening, while he was checking Flynn's condition and speaking softly with him about the recent procedures, the boy suddenly leaned closer as if tired and whispered into his ear.
"The spider is listening."
Mark's heart skipped.
He kept his expression neutral and continued speaking in a normal tone of voice.
"Your condition is stable," he said aloud.
Then Flynn leaned in and whispered, "Meet me in the garden in one week. Come from the west wing instead of the east."
