Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 486

When the heavy metal doors slid open, an aggressively sterile, sprawling workspace stretched out before them. Every technician inside wore full-body hazmat suits. Audrey marched Maeve straight to the locker rooms, signaling an attendant to fetch a suit for the visitor. Within minutes, both women were fully geared up.

Right before they stepped onto the main floor, Audrey shot a warning glance over her shoulder. "Try not to burst into tears when you see things that shatter your sheltered little worldview."

"Did you cry your eyes out on your first day?" Maeve fired back without missing a beat.

Audrey forced down the urge to roll her eyes. Sparing with this girl was exhausting. She settled for a harsh scoff and pushed through the double doors.

They arrived at an isolated sterile unit. Inside, a shockingly emaciated man lay motionless on the bed, his frail body tethered to a dozen whirring machines. An oxygen mask swallowed half his face. He looked to be in his early forties, his skin stretched paper-thin over his bones. A heavy medical band was locked around his wrist, bearing the stark black digits: 1152.

Audrey gestured to the bed. "That's Subject 1152. One of Team A's discards."

"A discard? Doesn't he have a name?" Maeve asked quietly.

"Every year, Lab C recruits human test subjects from the general public," Audrey explained, her tone clinical. "We specifically target terminal patients from impoverished backgrounds who can't afford their medical bills. People the regular hospitals have already given up on."

She pointed at the dying man. "This one suffers from multiple terminal conditions. His family is flat broke. When his wife dropped him off, she said they'd completely bankrupted themselves trying to keep him alive."

"If he walks out of here, he's won the lottery. If he dies, we don't even need to call the widow. We just roll him straight to the incinerator. He arrived early this year and was assigned to Team A."

"We experimented on him for seven solid months, and his vitals just kept tanking. Team A was tired of wasting resources on a lost cause, so they labeled him a failure and parked him in this room to rot."

Audrey turned a predatory gaze on Maeve. "Every major organ in his body is currently failing. Even hooked up to life support, he has twenty-four hours left at most. Your final test is simple: keep him alive for seven more days. Pull that off, and you pass."