Revenge After Death



"I want to meet Steven." I looked at Daisy.

I wanted to tell Steven that he shouldn't help her with her experiment by all means.

Michael wasn't a good man in a traditional sense. He had done many wrong things to Stephanie Carlson

after all. But he hadn't necessarily done anything wrong if we considered the fact that his mind was unstable.

Besides, he wasn't entirely a bad person at his core.

Michael had been trying his best to become a complete personality. It would be just too cruel to wipe him off from this world and have someone else to occupy his body.

"I'll never let you meet him before the experiment succeeds." Daisy chuckled coldly.

She was too smart to let me interfere with Steven's choice and experiment. She had to make sure the experiment went on smoothly.

"Do you think Miguel really loves you? Do you think a normal person would fall in love with a clone subject? You're so pathetic!" I pounded on the glass, staring angrily at Daisy.

I needed to do something to stop their experiment. What should I do? I didn't know what to do.

Perhaps my words truly hit a sore spot. Daisy glared at me darkly and said in a low voice, "I suggest you know your place, Stephanie. Or I won't be merciful to you."

I clenched my fists tightly. Worried that she might harm my two children, I could only hold myself back from provoking her for now.

But judging from Daisy's reaction and attitude, it seemed that Miguel might not really love her at all.

How pathetic. Even clones couldn't escape from being swayed by emotions.

No wonder Una often said that love was a person's Achilles' heel. No wonder those fiction novels talked about abandoning one's emotions in order to truly achieve success.

I pounded angrily on the glass door as I watched Daisy leave. With us in her hands, Steven would surely agree to help her with her experiment.

Was there really no hope for Michael now?

I slid down onto the ground listlessly, looking down with a complex feeling.

In my memories, right until the end of my life, I had always hated myself and never truly hated Michael. There was no true hatred when true love never existed.

I clearly knew that my love for Michael was merely dependency, gratitude, and an illusion. It was Steven whom I truly loved.

But even without loving Michael, I still felt a sense of regret. Michael was a smart person. He just didn't know how to love-it didn't warrant his death.

"Don't be afraid, Mom. Dad will come to our rescue." Ashton thought that I was afraid. He threw himself into my embrace to comfort me.

Xan also handed her Rubik's cube to me in hopes of distracting me.

But I wasn't even worried about the dangers of being trapped here.

A sense of helplessness washed over me. The three of us could only wait in ignorance for Steven to come and get us.

After some time, the door to the lab capsule opened up, and the glass slid aside. I shielded the children behind me as I stared warily at the entrance.

Daisy's assistant walked in. I remembered him his name was Joshua Young.

"Please come with me," Joshua said indifferently, asking for us to follow him.

I eyed him warily and frowned, following him. "Where are we going?"Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Joshua remained silent, as if he were an obedient robot.

I remembered him as an obedient, puppet-like assistant. He only listened to Daisy's commands, not unlike a loyal dog.

"At least tell us where we're going!" I grabbed at Joshua's arm angrily.

He frowned, as if he had severe germaphobia. He stared disdainfully at my hand and indicated for me to let go.

Once I let go of my grip, he took out a disinfectant spray to spray on the spot I had grabbed him.

I was speechless. He truly was crazy!