If nothing had gone wrong, Han Wei would have divorced Zhen Wei by now—and their son, the boy named Han Qi, would have been placed under Han Wei’s custody.
But Han Qi was dead. So who was the one standing here, alive?
It was Han Chen, the clone who had taken Han Qi’s place and lived as him for the past ten years.
The thought that her own child’s life had been sacrificed to create this clone made Zhen Wei’s heart twist in agony. She wasn’t a good-tempered woman, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t loved her son. Trembling, she muttered through her pain, “I told him… I told Han Wei this would happen, but he wouldn’t listen to me. He just had to create a clone…”
Now her child was dead. Han Wei was dead. So what came next?
Was it her turn?
Han Qi—well, strictly speaking, Han Chen—but since he had lived under that name for a decade, it seemed easier to keep calling him Han Qi.
He turned a chair slightly toward her and sat down with effortless grace. One leg crossed over the other, hands resting loosely on his lap, his posture relaxed yet commanding. There was an arrogant sort of elegance in the way he leaned back, his eyes half-curved with a faint smile as he looked at the woman on the verge of a breakdown—as though watching an ant struggle before being crushed.
“Despairing, aren’t you?” he asked softly. “Before I turned ten, I knew that kind of despair too.”
The difference was—this woman didn’t have the power to change her fate.
“If it weren’t for Han Wei, you wouldn’t even exist!” Zhen Wei screamed, her voice cracking into madness. “But you killed him—and you killed my son! You ungrateful monster!”
“Ungrateful?” Han Qi gave a short, amused laugh. “Have you forgotten the experiments he ran on me? How he kept taking organs out of my body, then putting his artificial ones back in—again and again—just to achieve his so-called great scientific breakthrough? Whatever ‘debt’ I owed him, I’ve already repaid. Whatever ‘duty’ I had, I’ve fulfilled. I owe nothing to the Han family.”
Zhen Wei shook her head in anguish. “No… you’re a clone. You were made for that. Han Wei did nothing wrong—nothing!”
She clung stubbornly to that belief, as if convincing herself the experiments weren’t cruel, as if it could justify her hatred for the man standing before her.
Han Qi suddenly asked, “Do you know what Han Wei’s greatest failure was in his experiment?”
Her voice trembled. “What?”
“He shouldn’t have given me self-awareness,” Han Qi said, smiling faintly, his eyes clear and unnervingly calm. “My genes are perfect. My brain processes information faster than any human’s. So… I was never meant to be someone’s puppet.”
That was Han Wei’s greatest mistake.
Ten years ago, when he was still called Han Chen, his world had been nothing but a black room—filled with medical instruments and lab equipment. At five years old, he saw a boy identical to himself for the first time.
That boy was Han Qi.
Han Qi could go wherever he pleased. He had loving parents. He had sunlight.
Han Chen had none of that. He lived in the shadows, trapped in endless experiments. His body was frail. His identity—a clone—made him unfit to ever walk in the light.
Han Wei’s reason for creating clones had been simple: to perfect the science of artificial organs. And his reason for using his own son’s DNA was just as simple. Normal humans only use less than 10% of their brain’s potential. Han Wei wanted to create a being whose brain could exceed that limit.
And clearly, he had succeeded.
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