StarNovelChapter 618 Even Eason, with his germaphobia, wasn't as annoying as Joshua.
As expected, it wouldn't look as bad without any comparison. I used to find Eason's germaphobia irritating before meeting Joshua. But now, I found Eason much more tolerable.
"The surgery has ended. Mrs. Ford asked for you," Joshua said reluctantly.
I frowned, following behind him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe surgery Joshua mentioned was probably the Reincarnation Project. Had their experiment ended? What about Michael, then? I clenched my fists nervously as I hurriedly caught up behind Joshua, eager to know the answer and result. As expected, my heart sank upon entering the experiment area.
"Heartbeat has stopped." The medical equipment emitted a deafening buzz, indicating that the patient's heart had ceased to beat.
The person declared dead was Miguel.
Daisy was evidently anxious. She was biting on her fingers as she paced around.
She was still harboring a glimmer of hope for Miguel to wake up in the youthful body on the operating table on the other side.
There were two operating tables in the entire laboratory. Miguel and Michael were occupying each table. Daisy was too anxious to pay any attention to us. She was waiting outside for Michael's body to wake up. There were something similar to electrodes attached on both Miguel's and Michael's heads.
I wasn't sure what they were probably something Steven used for the soul reincarnation project. "You're crazy! He's the son you raised for over 20 years. Do you not have any feelings toward him at all?" I lost my composure as I questioned Daisy, Yet she coldly replied, "Would a farmer not put the livestocks they raised on the table simply because they've grown attached to them? I raised and created him all for this very day where he would give back to me, didn't I?" I looked at Daisy with a frown. She truly was crazy. That was someone's life we were talking about! Were clone subjects not considered lives in the eyes of these humans? Were humans allowed to trample and destroy them at will? Would humans in the future start mass-producing clone armies and send them to the battlefield? After all, no one would care or be heartbroken if they died.
The glass door to the operating room opened up, and Steven walked out.
His gaze averted when he looked at me. He was probably worried that I might blhim.
He softly called out my name, "Stephie, I'm sorry. I had no choice." I stood helplessly outside of the laboratory. I felt conflicted at that very moment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSteven clearly had no choice in order to save me, Ashton, and Xan. But this experiment was just too cold and unhinged.
Daisy anxiously rushed into the operating room to wait for Michael to wake up.
She first walked over to Miguel and gently caressed his face. "You've done your best, Miguel." She then walked over to Michael and smiled. "Sleep well. I'll be waiting for you."
I knew that Daisy would not let us leave before Michael woke up. She wanted us to witness the grand moment together. "Did the experiment succeed?" I asked Steven softly.
He whispered, "I'm not sure. The success rate of the experiment is extremely low." I asked, "How would she know that the person waking up is her husband and not Michael, then?"
What I meant was, what if Michael was the one who woke up yet he had planned ahead and disguised himself as Miguel?
"Daisy told Miguel a secret code that only both of them knew before he entered the operating on so she'll know whether the person who wakes up is Miguel just by asking for the secret code," Steven replied, his voice low. I took a deep breath. Judging by how unhinged Daisy was, we would probably be disposed of if the experiment failed.
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