Reborn in the Enemy's Embrace

That man named Miguel continued to cough. He looked like he was in pain.

Worry flashed through Mrs. Coleman’s eyes as she hugged him from behind. "Your pain is ending soon. You’ll have a healthy body"

Miguel Coleman chuckled, his face devoid of color. He reached up to ruffle Mrs. Coleman’s hair with a tender and affectionate look. "My life and death have been determined, Daisy. I have no more regrets having

journeyed all these years together with you. Don’t be too stubborn."

It seemed like Miguel had also noticed that Mrs. Coleman’s obsession was too strong,

Mrs. Coleman bent down in front of him. At that moment, she seemed like a little girl who had found a resting place for herself. "You were the one who named me and gave me my life. How could I go on living without you?"

"You’re first and foremost yourself before you became Daisy." Miguel looked at Mrs. Coleman before he started coughing even more. He looked as if he might fall apart if the wind blew any harsher on him.

I hid behind the pillar, watching them. The medical staff hurriedly pushed Miguel away only when he started coughing blood.

"Mr. Coleman’s cancer has spread throughout his body, madam. There’s not much time left. It’ll only cause him more pain to continue the treatment," the doctor said softly as he walked over to Mrs. Coleman.

He continued, "Mr. Coleman has been holding onto you all these years. The specialized medication and surgery aren’t going to be effective on him now."

It was generally beyond hope of recovering once the cancer started to spread.

Mrs. Coleman stood silently for the longest time. "I know he has been suffering for all these years. Perhaps it’s time now," she muttered, as if making a decision.

"Take good care of him. Tell him I’ve gone back for now, and I’ll come visit again in a few days’ time," Mrs. Coleman said solemnly before turning to leave.

She then got into her car and asked for the chauffeur to bring her home. I waited nearby until they left for good before walking into the hospital ward.

Miguel’s complexion looked much better in the ward. He was looking out the window in his wheelchair. None of the medical staff were there. I heard from their conversations that he seemed to enjoy his peace without having someone watching him.

"Has she left?" Miguel asked with his back facing me. He probably mistook me for a medical staff.

"She has left," I replied.

He stiffened when he heard an unfamiliar voice before turning back to look at me. "You look familiar, young lady."

Miguel said that I looked familiar. He watched me for a while before smiling and saying, "You look like an old acquaintance of mine."

"Are you Daisy’s husband?" I recalled hearing Mrs. Coleman’s name being Daisy Lane to the public.

"I am. And you are?" Miguel looked at me curiously.

"Do you know that you have a son named Damien together with Daisy?" I asked, wondering if he knew about Damien’s existence.

Miguel chuckled as he shook his head. "Daisy couldn’t conceive because of her health condition, so we adopted a child instead. His name is indeed Damien."

I frowned. It seemed like Miguel wasn’t aware of the truth.

Damien didn’t know that he was adopted. Mrs. Coleman had also told the public that Damien was her biological son. No one would have suspected Damien and Miguel’s biological relationship as they were too much alike.

Miguel started coughing uncontrollably again. Blood covered his handkerchief. I frowned at him as a terrifying thought came to me.

Was the reason why Mrs. Coleman was so eager to prove the feasibility of the Reincarnation Project because she wanted to perform a switcheroo?

She cloned her husband’s youthful body in advance and was waiting for the perfect timing for him to " reincarnate" into Damien?

Such a thought was too crazy.

Dexter once said that the clone subjects were like incomplete shells who inherently had incomplete souls. That was why Damien was the slowest and most foolish when it came to emotions, and his amnesia and suicidal tendencies were also traceable.

The awareness and desire for suicide would peak as the clone subjects aged.

It wasn’t just because Damien was guilty that he wanted to commit suicide. Other reasons like family, life, and work contributed to that thought as well.

Sofia Miller, too, had willingly worked with Dexter and offered her body to a stranger’s soul. Damien had also repented and thought of dying after losing "Sophia Milford".

Mrs. Coleman was getting impatient now. On one hand, it was because Damien’s suicidal tendencies were getting stronger, and on the other, Miguel’s health was failing.

If I was not mistaken, she was going to come after me next to force Dexter to complete his experiment.

Panic set in as I turned around, wanting to bring Ashton and Xan away from this place. However, it was too late.

Mrs. Coleman, who had left earlier, was now back. She stood smiling in the hallway. Behind her, her bodyguard was carrying Ashton and Xan, who were unconscious, on each arm.

"Don’t touch my children!" I glared at her angrily.

My survival instinct kicked in, compelling me to get closer to Miguel to attack him. But before I could even touch him, someone yanked my hair from behind and covered my mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

I frowned and struggled, but my consciousness was beginning to fade. Before passing out, I caught Miguel’s expression of shock and disbelief. "What are you doing, Daisy" He started coughing again. He probably never imagined his own wife would turn out to be someone so terrifying.

"I want to save you, Miguel," Mrs. Coleman spoke in a choked voice. She smiled with red-rimmed eyes. " There’s no one more important to me in this world other than you. Even if... I’m to face eternal damnation in hell for all the wrongs I’ve committed, I’m willing to do so."

"Oh, Daisy... Do you know why I named you Daisy?" Miguel continued, "It was because I hoped that you would bloom like a daisy under the sun when I brought you out of the laboratory back then."

I could hear Miguel’s voice in a daze. He seemed like he was trying to stop Mrs. Coleman.

"I won’t give up no matter what. You’re tired, Miguel. Have a good rest." She probably had someone sedate him before taking me and the children away.

I regret bringing the two children into danger with me. How did they get caught so easily when they were so vigilant?

Perhaps they were just too young. After all, they weren’t as experienced as compared to an adult like Mrs. Coleman in terms of getting into mischief.

I was unsure how long I had been unconscious. In a daze, I heard Ashton’s and Xan’s voices.

"Mom hasn’t regained her consciousness yet."

"This is the laboratory that Mom has been looking for."

"Shh, keep your voice down! Mom will be upset if she regains consciousness and hears that!"

"But isn’t Mom looking for this laboratory?"

I opened my eyes abruptly and checked my surroundings, breathing rapidly. The stark white laboratory environment was suffocating as it was enclosed with glass all around. Ashton, Xan, and I were trapped in a lab capsule.

This was clearly not Nancy’s laboratory but the one under Mrs. Coleman’s control. It was the place we had been searching for.

I never expected her to willingly bring us over.

"This seems like a laboratory, Mom," Ashton said, carefully looking at me.

I took a deep breath when I realized those two had deliberately got themselves caught with me. They seemed to have anticipated that Mrs. Coleman would bring us to the laboratory.