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."

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