On the way to the hospital, my mind was eerily calm.
“This procedure is extremely rare. Are you sure you want to go through with it?” The doctor’s voice carried a note of disbelief as he studied me.
He hesitated before continuing, his tone softening with concern. “Maybe you should go home and think about it. Talk it over with your family…”
“Just book the appointment,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “The sooner, the better.”
He opened his mouth as if to protest again.
“Doctor,” I said quietly, “I have no family.”
That silenced him. He stared at me for a long moment before lowering his head to sign the consent form.
I hadn’t lied. I truly had no family.
The household registration book even said so.
My parents had divorced years ago. My mother had taken my sister and left, while my father remarried and built a new family. I hadn’t spoken to any of them in years.
For the longest time, I clung to Hector—not just as my lover, but as my only family.
But now, he didn’t want me, and I no longer wanted him.
As I walked out of the hospital, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had saved a week ago.
“Professor James? This is Edna.”
My voice didn’t waver as I spoke.
“I’ve made up my mind. I’ll join the secret research.”
