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My son was dying while Julian Thorne prepared for his IPO bell-ringing ceremony. He handed me divorce papers, saying a sick heir would drag down Thorne Corporation's stock price. Five years later, at his new wife Chloe Sterling's prenatal press conference, he threatened to make me and Leo vanish. But in my lab, with Professor Davies' help, I'm close to curing Leo's rare genetic disease. The breakthrough requires the Prometheus gene sequencer - and Julian just invested in our biotech venture. The man who abandoned his sick son is now funding his cure. The ultimate revenge is healing Leo with Julian's own money.Content：
My son was dying.
My husband, Julian Thorne, was busy preparing for the bell-ringing ceremony for his corporation's IPO.
He told me, “A sick heir will only drag down the stock price.”
Then, he handed me divorce papers and a card.
“Forget about the company, and forget about me. This money is enough for you to cover his final arrangements.”
Five years later, at the press conference for his new wife’s prenatal check-up, he spoke as the perfect loving husband.
“I’m truly fortunate. My family is, and always will be, healthy and complete.”
Under the paparazzi’s flashing lights, he spotted my arms, riddled with needle marks.
He cornered me in the hallway. “What, ran out of money? Looking to bring that sickly brat back to me for more?”
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Julian’s voice was arctic, sharp as shattered glass.
I pulled a sheet of paper from my folder.
“Leo’s hospital bill is due again.”
He snatched the bill, his eyes scanning the numbers.
Then, right in front of me, he slowly, deliberately, tore it into tiny shreds.
The paper confetti rained down on my face, my clothes, like falling snow.
“Stella, you’re pushing my limits.”
He pulled a black card from his jacket pocket and tossed it to the ground.
Metal met tile with a sharp *clink*.
“Pick it up.”
His voice was low, but the command was undeniable, absolute.
“Crawl and pick it up, like the dog you are.”
I stood my ground, unmoving.
“Oh, suddenly you’re too good for it? Five years ago, you’d have sold your own son for a fraction of that. What’s with the act now?”
A soft female voice floated from behind him.
“Julian, don’t be angry. It’s not good for the baby.”
Chloe Sterling walked over, her hand gently caressing her rounded belly, taking her place beside Julian.
She looked at me, a polite smile on her face, but her words were a viper's venom.
“Miss Hayes, the Thorne bloodline demands perfection.”
She glanced down at her stomach.
“Like our child. Healthy. Exceptional.”
“A defective product, a flaw like that, doesn’t deserve to carry the Thorne name. Do you understand?”
Julian wrapped an arm around Chloe’s shoulder, pulling her close, protecting her.
“This is my final warning.”
His voice was devoid of all warmth.
“Dare to show your face to my family again, and I’ll make sure you and your son vanish from this world, completely.”
I didn’t spare them another glance. I turned and walked away.
Back in the lab, the cold hum of machines and the rhythmic dance of data made me feel alive again.
I peeled off my lab coat, expertly drew a vial of my own blood.
The centrifuge whirred, spinning at high speed.
I dripped the separated serum into a petri dish, observing the cellular changes under the microscope.
Leo’s rare genetic disease has an incidence of one in a billion.
My family, the Hayes, had no history of genetic illness.
The source of the disease – I’d been searching for five years.
My mentor, Professor Davies, walked in.
He was a world-renowned expert in genetic engineering.
“Stella, how’s the data analysis coming along?”
“Still no good. The ‘Ouroboros’ sequence can’t achieve precise integration at the third locus. The cells just collapse.”
I handed him the latest data report.
Professor Davies’s brows furrowed.
“We’ve hit a wall.”
He looked at me.
“To break through this, we need two things.”
“A huge amount of money, and a ‘Prometheus’ gene sequencer.”
“There are only three of those machines in the entire world.”
I fell silent.
I knew, I couldn’t get either of those.
“Don’t lose hope,” Professor Davies patted my shoulder. “I’ve been in talks with an investor recently. He’s very interested in biological projects. There might be a chance.”
That evening, while organizing my files, I stumbled upon a financial news notification.
\[Thorne Corporation Invests Heavily in New Biotech Ventures, CEO Julian Thorne Personally Invites Gene Engineering Titan Professor Davies to Join]
The accompanying photo showed Julian Thorne, radiating success and triumph.
And Professor Davies was my mentor, Professor Davies.
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