"I want to die."
In the dim room, the 18-year-old Yuan Luoyi's gaze was dull and lifeless.
After many years, Yuan Chan heard those words again from his daughter Yuan Luoyi.
The sealed memories were reopened, his sister's body temperature gradually fading in his arms, until she was completely cold, and the details of her death kept replaying in his mind.
The healing wound was cruelly torn open again, bleeding endlessly, causing Yuan Chan immense pain. He forced himself to remain calm.
He was no longer the helpless 18-year-old; now he had sufficient connections and resources. This time, he must save his daughter!
Yuan Chan first asked Yuan Luoyi to leave the Yuan residence.
To alleviate the condition, the first step was to change the environment. His sister always felt better whenever she left the laboratory and went somewhere else.
Yuan Chan had already prepared luggage for Yuan Luoyi, containing necessary daily supplies and cash. She could choose her own destination, and bodyguards would secretly follow her.
Next, Yuan Chan found his wife Bessie: "She's truly ill, the same as my sister."
Bessie's eyes immediately turned red.
She already knew that Yuan Luoyi wasn't her biological child, but the years of mother-daughter bonding weren't fake. Now, her dear child had to endure the cruelest suffering in the world.
If possible, she wished she could take her place and bear it all.
If one life could be exchanged for another, the hospital rooftop would be crowded with mothers queuing up to jump.
Yuan Chan embraced his wife: "The Yuan Family is behind this. They've been dormant for so many years, but have started becoming active again recently."
"Don't worry, our forces are stronger than before. This time, I will completely eliminate the Yuan Family. They must die."
"Stay here and call the children back. Over these years, they've developed well in various industries. Together, we will win."
"I need to go to the company. Over there..."
Yuan Chan's expression turned sorrowful: "Over there is the 222 serum."
In the past, Yuan Jianghai successfully developed many serums through "treating" Yuan Meixi, and the 222 serum specifically targeted the Yuan family's genetic disease.
This illness first manifested as severe headaches, followed by hallucinations, emotional instability, loss of rationality, and finally, a strong suicidal urge in the patient.
Yuan Luoyi's condition had progressed to the final stage, and she was determined to die. Medication would no longer cure her.
But Yuan Chan didn't want to give up. Even if there was just one chance in a million, he had to seize it tightly!
Yuan Chan left the Yuan residence for the company, while Bessie went to bid farewell to Yuan Luoyi.
Upon arrival, Yuan Chan strode through multiple checkpoints and stopped in front of a heavy door.
"Beep!"
Yuan Chan swiped his card, and the door automatically opened, letting in a blast of cold air. To preserve the serum, this place was kept below freezing temperature.
Countless glass vials were placed on shelves reaching the ceiling, densely packed without any gaps.
Walking to a black safe, Yuan Chan entered three levels of passwords to open it, only to find it empty to his surprise.
"Chan, stop looking. I took them."
Yuan Jianghai's ethereal voice came from behind. He sat in a wheelchair, hunched over, connected to a respirator, his hair entirely white, and his fingers like spider legs tightly gripping the armrests.
Time had made his body increasingly frail, but his eyes remained sharp and domineering.
Countless loyal servants stood behind him, their guns aimed at Yuan Chan.
Both the Yuan residence and the company had been hacked long ago, with surveillance cameras monitoring Yuan Chan's every move.
After Yuan Chan discovered that Yuan Luoyi was a false daughter, Yuan Jianghai knew he no longer needed to hide and had to take action.
Seeing his father again, Yuan Chan felt furious and disgusted. Over the years, he had made every effort but failed to kill this selfish monster.
He coldly questioned: "What did you take the serum for?"
Yuan Jianghai sighed with disappointment: "I've told you many times. When you see me, you should greet me properly. I raised you. I didn't do it for you to become an ill-mannered person."
Clenching and unclenching his fists, Yuan Chan knew this was just his father's little display of control.
He said, "Good evening, Father."
Yuan Jianghai smiled: "Good evening. I've missed you dearly. Why haven't you come to visit me? Others might think you're unfilial, which would tarnish the Yuan family's reputation."
Yuan Chan asked, "What did you take the serum for?!"
Yuan Jianghai said calmly, "Sometimes you're a careless father, always running around outside and failing to notice your children's changes. But as a grandfather, I help look after them."
"Your eldest son Yuan Ao developed the illness at 13, but you didn't notice. I used the serum to treat him."
"However, the effect wasn't ideal. It could only control the progression of the disease, not cure it. In a few years, he'll die."
"So, I sent you a perfect child. When Yuan Ao met her, his illness was instantly cured. Truly miraculous, and it validated my hypothesis."
"I kept the remaining serum. It's a precious relic left by my dear daughter Mei Xi."
The moment Yuan Jianghai uttered that name, Yuan Chan's fury reached its peak.
As a father, Yuan Jianghai mercilessly tormented her, exploited her, and drained her of every last bit of usefulness. Yet now, he claimed she was his beloved daughter.
He had no right to be a father!
Yuan Chan shouted, "You have no right to say her name!"
Yuan Jianghai laughed deeply and coldly, "Do you have the right?"
"Half of the drugs in this lab were developed through her research. Over the years, they've saved many children's lives and brought you immense wealth, making the Yuan family far more powerful than other families."
"From birth, you've carried original sin, because every resource you've enjoyed was seized by me through such means!"
"Without me, there would be no you."
"And in the end, you killed her. You're my accomplice."
Yuan Jianghai said regretfully, "If she had lived longer, I could have researched more new drugs. You caused me no small loss..."
"But you're my only son. I personally raised you. I have deep feelings for you, so I spared you time and again."
"Human emotions are truly fascinating, aren't they?"
Yuan Jianghai raised his hand, his fingertips trembling with weakness, while a servant raised a tranquilizer gun, aiming it at Yuan Chan.
"Sleep, Chan, I'll give you time to think it over properly. I hope this time you'll make the right choice..."
The servant pulled the trigger, and the tranquilizer dart sped towards her, a stinging pain in her neck before Yuan Chan collapsed to the ground.
