Revenge After Death



"How should I work out this calculation next?' Ashton was scribbling furiously on the scrap paper, with his notes all over the table and floor.

Xan looked at Ashton's paper and quietly took up a pen. She then started scribbling on it.

I found it amusing that five-year-olds were actually tackling advanced calculus that even college students might struggle with.

"Come here, Ashton." I tilted my chin up to gesture Ashton over.

He huffed in determination and ignored me.

"Come here, Xan," I called for Xan instead.

She turned around to look at me. She was about to come over but was stopped by Ashton. 'She's not Mom." "How can you tell whether I'm your mother or not?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"It's just a feeling." Ashton replied softly with his head hung low.

Just by his sixth sense? What brats, indeed.

"I can teach you if you don't understand anything.' I propped my chin up and looked at Ashton. He really did look like Steven.

"Dad will teach us, but you won't," Ashton said proudly before continuing to work on his equations.

I was dismissed by a child, yet I wasn't at all upset.

The small box Linda gave me was still in my room-it contained Steven's and my child.

The two children before me were just experimental subjects of genetic merging, yet I was drawn to them inexplicably.

Perhaps it was the genes at work.

Humans were always subtly bound by their genes. We couldn't separate from them, yet we also benefitted from them.

Seeing that Ashton and Xan were ignoring me, I got up and returned to my room.

I hid the small box under my pillow. I didn't even know why I was reluctant to bury the box.

In order to hide my pregnancy, my parents made sure I didn't tell anyone or go to the hospital. I never even had an ultrasound, and I knew nothing about it.

It wasn't until Genome Society found out that I was six months pregnant that they took me away and locked me in an asylum.

When I woke up, my abdomen-which hadn't shown much because of posterior placenta was completely flat. I realized that they must have induced labor early.

They had hoped that the baby in my womb would survive, but if it didn't, they needed to make sure I stayed alive

They had induced my labor because they wanted to study my baby's genes.

I fell silent for the longest time while looking at the small box. I didn't know how Steven obtained the body of our barely-formed baby.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

At just over six months, it was born only to die immediately.

I slowly opened the box and frowned when I saw the shriveled forms. There were two tiny forms, so distorted it was hard to make out any human shape. But I knew I had been carrying twins.

Ms. Ewing walked in from the door. She whispered in my ear, "Michael is very wary, miss. He didn't look for Steven the first thing after he headed down from the mountains-he waited for two days instead. Our men

have tracked him down already, and he's at the asylum."

My expression darkened as I stood up

I had a feeling that Steven might be hiding there the last time I went to the asylum. But Linda's appearance was meant to divert my attention. She didn't want me to find him.

She was quite an actor, wasn't she?