Trapped in a Night Rideshare Driven by My Father-in-Law Heading Straight to a Dark Cemetery
👉 Previous Decision: You chose to break the seal manually in the hospital lobby using his optical bio-diagnostic tool to perform a live, public DNA validation on camera.
“Impound it?” I scoffed, my voice echoing through the hushed lobby. “Not a chance.”
I took a deep breath, ignoring Cross-Lin’s furious glare. I unclipped my portable bio-diagnostic optical reader from my belt. It was a compact device, smaller than a tablet, but incredibly powerful.
With a click, I plugged it into the cryo-case’s external port, right in front of the dozens of news reporters, their cameras whirring. The small screen on the device flickered to life.
A complex cascade of genetic data filled the display. It quickly resolved into a stark, undeniable result: “Genetic Match Probability: 99.8% to Lily Reynolds.” The crowd in the lobby gasped.
Then, I scrolled down to the donor record. My eyes scanned the words, and my breath hitched. “Donor: Arthur Pendelton, on behalf of Martha Pendelton.” Martha, Arthur’s late sister. My late wife’s aunt.
“The tissue,” I announced, my voice ringing with triumph, “was ethically designated for family emergency use twenty years ago. It belongs to Lily by right of kin!”
The live news cameras, broadcasting the data worldwide, captured every stunned face. Cross-Lin’s face went white. The narrative, so carefully constructed, shattered in an instant.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 14 to continue the story.
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