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Philip's grip tightened even more. Initially, he considered accepting it on the spot.

The prestige of a chairman was worth a nation's fortune. With unrestricted access to the research

base's pharmaceuticals, there wasn't a goal he couldn't achieve. Wasn't this what he had been chasing

all along?

But hesitation crept into his heart, causing him to pause for a few seconds. Ten seconds later, he lifted

his eyes gently to meet Isaac's gaze.

"Professor, I got it."

A smile curled at the corners of Isaac's lips. She knew it; Philip was always the type to go all in. After

all, it was just a matter of family. Phil had always had such a low profile that his presence was hardly

worth acknowledging.

Isaac patted Philip's shoulder reassuringly, "Go on with your work."

Philip turned away, a shadow of discontent on his face. His gaze fell on Ian, who was passing by

without a glance in his direction.

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Yet Philip's stare lingered on Ian for a moment before slowly withdrawing.

Ian moved on, only to bump into someone heading his way.

It was a face identical to Philip's, and this was the first time Ian had seen the two brothers together. He

recalled his time with Philip in Greenfield, oblivious to any switch between them.

The resemblance was uncanny, like a copy-paste in human form.

However, Phil's expression was one of simplicity, not noticing Ian but instead focusing on Philip in the

distance and calling out cheerfully, "Philip!"

Philip stood rooted, feeling a surge of annoyance at the sight of that face. The research base had no

need for a blank slate. When would this man grow up?

"Philip, what do you think about this?" Phil approached, holding something in his hand. Upon closer

inspection, Philip found it was an insect.

Such creatures were rare at the facility, where the focus was on human subjects, not animals. Philip's

face contorted with anger, snatching the bug and crushing it under his foot.

"At twenty-seven, what are you doing playing with bugs? Do you think you're still a kid?"

Phil's smile collapsed, replaced by a cautious demeanor.

Philip only felt frustrated; he took a deep breath to calm himself, "From now on, every moment of every

day, you play me."

In the next second, Phil's expression shifted to one of warmth and sharpness. His ability to mimic was

so precise that Philip felt as if he were looking into a mirror.

At the same time, a sense of loss washed over him. He opened his mouth to speak but said nothing.

After all, this was his own demand.

Ian returned to the core lab to find Sarah maintained the posture she had before he left, still engrossed

in her work, standing at the bench performing various experiments.

As he approached, she motioned for him to pass her a test tube.

"The pile of drugs on your left is toxic. Just a whiff could knock you out for days, so be careful." She

said in her ever-detached tone, "The ones on your right could cause hallucinations. Don't mess with

any of them."

Ian noted the key information - there were drugs here that could induce comas and hallucinations. He

committed their appearances to memory and continued to assist her silently.

With that, she just turned and left.

In less than ten minutes, she was asleep; once again, she had the dream, one filled with images she

cherished. Her face softened in sleep. Read at

"Boys should carry the heavier burdens while girls take the lighter ones."

"Maja, be good. Mommy's here. Don't be afraid."

"Remember this thing; it might help you one day."

The sleeping woman's lips curved into a smile, the sharpness of her being slowly fading away.