Revenge After Death



I knew that the organization was conducting genetic experiments, and they were focused on combining my and Steven's genes. Shockingly, the laboratory was located on board a cruise ship, which had been sailing to different countries on the high seas, completely undetected.

Suddenly, the door of the lab capsule closed abruptly, causing the room to fall into a profound silence. At that moment, the little boy who was cradled in Steven's arms made his way toward the door and reopened it using the correct password.

"How do you know the password?" Joel was curious.

"I heard it," the boy replied innocently.

Joel couldn't believe what he was hearing. "How did you hear that?"

"They entered the password and left. I could hear the intervals and the general direction when they entered the password. After a few attempts, I managed to open it." The boy expressed himself clearly. "How old are you?" I asked nervously.

The boy came to hug me. "Four and half years old, almost five years old. Mom, since my sister and I defeated everyone, will we be your favorite children?"

He appeared to be testing us, asking in a somewhat tentative manner whether we liked him.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Growing up in an environment where they were constantly monitored and used as experimental data, there was a definite lack of love. However, their genes somehow brought them closer to me and Steven. They yearned for our approval and affection.

"Yes..." I murmured nervously, my nerves on edge. These two children were certainly not ordinary.

"What's your name?" I asked.

The boy whispered, "My name is Ashton Lincoln, and my sister goes by Xandra Carlson. We were given these names by our grandma."

Tears welled up in my eyes. At that moment, I finally grasped Stephanie's mother's true purpose behind setting up this experiment.

In my memory, she would often cry late at night. She believed that Stephanie was destined to have an incomplete life. She mentioned that Stephanie and Steven would not be able to have a healthy child in the future, and the probability of having a child was very low.

With such a low probability, having a healthy child through natural pregnancy was incredibly difficult. Therefore, she most likely wanted Stephanie and Steven to have no regrets in the future.

My heart began beating strangely as I held Ashton in my arms blankly. I couldn't ignore the powerful connection I felt with them. Was this irresistible force simply the result of genetic ties? Perhaps, at that moment, I truly grasped the depth of family love.

When Stephanie lost her parents, she likely already understood the family bond. However, after meeting Ashton and Xandra, who shared the same genes as her and Steven, this feeling started to become more tangible.

My body began to relax as I embraced Ashton tightly in my arms. Just five years old... They were only five years old.

Stephanie's and Steven's blood flowed through their veins. As I listened to Ashton's heartbeat, it felt as though our heartbeats were forming a beautiful symbiotic connection. They might not have come from

my belly, but the feeling was still absolutely incredible.

Probably sensing my relief, Ashton raised his hand and hugged me tightly. "Mom, don't abandon us." Those words had a childish tone, yet they seemed to cause undue oppression. I felt as though Ashton was threatening Steven and me. Since we had met him, we couldn't just abandon him.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at Steven. He was confused as if he still hadn't fully processed the overwhelming joy of becoming a father. Joel seemed to handle it better than Steven, considering Ashton was not his son, after all.

Joel pointed at Ashton, remarking, "At just five years old, he's quite tall..."

Five-year-old Ashton truly stood out in every aspect compared to other children of the same age.

"We can't stay here for long. Let's leave quickly." I stood up and guided Ashton out of the door.

Yara was standing in the corridor, gazing at the rooms lined up one after another. Each door was secured with a password lock, guarding the secrets of what lay beyond.