Revenge After Death



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In a solemn tone, I asked, "Peter's first daughter was born with congenital cerebral palsy, and she passed away soon after. The second daughter has autism... Does he have a genetic defect?"

Michael nodded. "That's why he works for Genome Society. He's a victim of a genetic disease, and it's difficult for his children to be born healthy, so he..."

I understood that Peter's motivation for all his actions was driven by his desire to possess perfect genes to prevent any genetic defects.

After a long moment of silence, Linda finally said in a hushed voice and timidly looked up at me, "Dad is a good man. He's helping you..."

I shifted my gaze at her with a frown.

She took out a photo album from the small schoolbag she was holding tightly. Inside the album, there was a photo of Peter and my parents when he was young.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"His classmates." Linda pointed at the people in the photo.

Stephanie's parents were classmates of Peter. They were talented individuals in the medical field and held important positions within Genome Society.

"They shared the same ambitions," Linda struggled to speak.

She pointed to "Stephanie" in the photo. "Eventually, they developed an emotional connection with the experimental subject and yearned to help her escape..."

I knew that my parents were members of Genome Society and that I was merely an experimental subject. I realized that they did not love me from the beginning and were only using me for research purposes.

However, I didn't hate them. Later on, it seemed like they cared about me too. They wanted to take me with them, but they died in a car accident.

The members of Genome Society would not tolerate any escape attempts of their experimental subjects. Any employees who refused to obey should be promptly removed too.

As Jimmy pointed out, I was an extremely valuable experimental subject. The wealthy behind Genome Society had invested hundreds of millions, if not tens of billions, in cultivating these experimental subjects. This had greatly advanced the fields of science and medicine.

Furthermore, as the subject of the experiment, my personal value far surpassed their initial investment. The wealthy were primarily interested in the rate of return. Once they witnessed my success, I had the potential to generate immeasurable wealth for them.

"They begged my dad to protect you and allow you to live a normal life," Linda continued, her eyes red as she pointed at Stephanie. But she was looking at me.

Hence, Stephanie's amnesia was not a mere coincidence or an unfortunate accident. Rather, it was a deliberate act planned by Peter.

"My dad entrusted you with the Ford family because he trusted them." Linda sobbed, struggling to articulate her words.

I knew she was making a great effort to convey that Peter was a good man, and he believed in the Ford family.

Michael also gazed at me intensely. "Stephie... My mom was your mom's best friend, someone Peter could trust. You can also trust me and believe me..."

Michael wanted me to trust him and Lois, but Jimmy claimed that the Ford family was completely untrustworthy. Hmm...

Linda suddenly lifted her head and gazed at Steven behind me. Then, she recoiled in fear and sought refuge behind Michael. "Stephany, don't believe him. Never... trust him."

She clutched Michael's clothes tightly, her voice trembling. "Don't trust him."

Her emotions appeared to be uncontrollable, and she continued to retreat in fear. "Stephany..."

Suddenly, Linda rushed up and firmly grabbed me. She was strong and pulled me aside. Then, she cast a wary glance at Steven before whispering in my ear.

"I've seen him with the bad guys... I've seen him... with the researchers. They were studying... immortality and the connection between souls and genes. I really saw him..."

Linda didn't appear to be lying. The fearful look in her eyes as she glanced at Steven was unmistakable.

I glanced back at Steven. He stood there with a solemn expression on his face. He was staring at the teenage girl named Linda, deep in contemplation.

"Stephie, don't believe him. If he has no problem, why is he so certain you're Stephanie? The correlation experiment between the soul and genes, also known as reincarnation, is an experiment he began researching when he was in the advanced class."

Michael also grabbed my wrist and begged me to believe him.