Revenge After Death



The doctors inside began performing emergency procedures and ran out in a hurry. "He's awake, Mrs. Ford!"

Daisy's expression changed. She was anxious to rush in, yet she halted her steps outside the operating room. She was probably afraid that the person who woke up wasn't Miguel.

"Steven." I subconsciously tightened my grip on Steven's hand.

I hoped that Michael would be the one who had woken up. But at the same time, I knew that Daisy would go mad if that were the case.

"Don't be afraid." Steven held my hand tight and pulled me into his embrace. I nodded while waiting for the outcome.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

It was just like opening a blind box-nobody knew if the original body now had a different soul.

Daisy eventually mustered the courage to walk in and stand by the bed.

The person lying on the bed still looked weak. He opened his eyes a few times before closing them again, as if his eyelids were too heavy.

Daisy stood by the bed with her breath held. Her overwhelming love was truly suffocating.

She had raised a clone subject of her own husband right by her side, wholeheartedly wanting him to take over the clone's body.

I thought Michael was rather pitiful. His mother never loved him and only wanted his body and life. He had spent all his life being manipulated and was unable to have his love reciprocated.

"You" Daisy nervously started as soon as the doctor took away the oxygen mask. She didn't know who was the one who had woken up.

The man on the bed glanced over at her somewhat helplessly. He then let out a soft sigh before closing his eyes.

Daisy nervously straightened up. That gaze evidently belonged to Miguel.

Did they actually succeed?

"Miguel-" she called out anxiously.

"This body is still tired, Mrs. Ford. You should take it slow," the doctor softly comforted her.

Daisy nodded before wiping her tears and straightening up once again. "You should get some rest—"

Just as she was about to leave, the man on the bed suddenly extended his arm and weakly linked his pinky with hers. It was as if they had a promise only both of them knew.

Daisy stiffened, the corners of her eyes reddening rapidly. She turned back to look at the man, trembling slightly.

"Shouldn't... have done it," the man said hoarsely. He was telling her that they shouldn't have done that. "It's against nature" He slowly closed his eyes as tears slipped out from the corners of his eyes. He was probably mourning for Michael, who was gone for good.

I stiffly stood behind Steven, unconsciously tightening my grip on his arm.

Did Michael end up disappearing anyway?

Michael had no will to live, and Miguel didn't want to die. Was that why the experiment had succeeded?

Miguel propped up his youthful body and cast a weak glance at his "other" body beside him. His gaze was beyond conflicted.

"Do you still remember what I told you before you entered the operating room, Miguel?" Daisy was a wary person. Although she could confirm that the man was indeed Miguel just by his gaze, his expression, and the way he spoke, she still asked him cautiously.

She had told Miguel a secret code before he lost consciousness. Only by answering it correctly could he prove to be the real Miguel.

Steven and I were also paying closer attention as we alertly watched the man on the bed.