Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 528

Continuing to drag out his life—serving as nothing more than a living lab rat—stripped him of all his humanity.

"Dr. Vance, I've thought about it extensively. My decision stands. If there's an afterlife, I don't want to come back as a human. Being human is too exhausting. I'm done."

Maeve asked gently, "Do you remember your real name?" Whether it was BS009 or Subject 1152, they were just cold, clinical codes.

He pondered for a long moment before a name, buried deep beneath years of trauma, surfaced. "If I remember correctly, my name is Stetson Woods."

"How long have you been at Lab C?" Maeve inquired.

"A little over two years," Stetson replied.

Maeve's eyes narrowed slightly. "If your designation is 1152... does that mean there were over a thousand people before you who were also used as live test subjects?"

The question immediately put him on high alert. "I... I don't know."

Maeve noticed his sudden defensiveness. She gave a small, reassuring laugh. "Did you think I was secretly working for Lab C?"

Stetson blinked. "Aren't you?"

"Not yet, anyway," Maeve replied calmly.

Maeve studied his face. "But you've survived in there for two years."

A bitter, helpless smile touched Stetson's lips. "They kept me alive because I was still useful. I don't know if you've heard of the 'Immortal' experiment, but I used to be one of the subjects for it."

Maeve nodded slowly. "I've heard of it." Not only had she heard of it, but just days ago, she had cracked the formula for the unfinished prototype leaked from that very project.

Stetson had developed an implicit trust in Maeve. Riding the high of his temporary vitality, he had absolutely zero qualms about throwing the torturous Lab C under the bus. "Because I survived the 'Immortal' trials, they wanted to squeeze every last drop of value out of me. You were right—there are countless live subjects exactly like me locked up in there. When Lab C first bought me at a premium, I heard a rumor from a fellow patient. Subjects 001 through 100 were perfectly healthy young adults before they were brought in. The reason they ended up there..."

Stetson covered his mouth with his hand, his voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. "Those kids were brought in to be harvested. They're organ donors for terminally ill billionaires."