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Chapter 182 'Huh? What does she mean?' Chester thought.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? No one can stay in this world forever. Death is just a normal part of life." Chester found Quinlyn a bit naive at times.

Quinlyn didn't argue. Instead, she quietly asked, "Do you know what a planarian is?" 'What the hell is that?' Chester thought, shaking his head.

80% Quinlyn picked up a stick and drew a shape on the ground. “It's a type of worm with incredibly powerful regenerative cells. No matter if you cut off its head, its tail, or even its body, it will keep regenerating and coming back to life." Chester instinctively glanced at Quinlyn's fingers, recalling how, in the lab, she could calmly handle all sorts of hazardous liquids and gases. While other researchers watched in awe, she would create groundbreaking discoveries.

And now, Quinlyn was using the stick to slice the worm into multiple pieces, then put them back together again. "Holy crap, you're not seriously-" Chester whipped his head toward Quinlyn, sucking in a sharp breath. Quinlyn remained eerily calm. That was what felt truly unsettling.

"Quinlyn, calm down. Do you even realize how insane this is?" Chester stammered, nearly choking on his own spit. "Didn't you already submit all the lab reports?" Quinlyn pressed her lips together. "I kept a copy." "What?" Chester was stunned.

"Stem cell engineering," Quinlyn said.

Chester swallowed hard, but his throat still felt dry.

Even if others got their hands on the research reports, they probably wouldn't understand them, but Quinlyn could actually make it work.

Chester felt like nothing he said would get through to her, so he tried a different approach. “Did you tell Bennett about this?" Quinlyn shook her head.

Chester exhaled in relief until she continued, “I talked to Curtis about applying for a national lab, but he rejected me." Chester froze. 'You went straight to the highest-ranking official? Since Curtis couldn't convince her to drop this, what good is anyone else going to do?' "I know Curtis meant well," Quinlyn said, her voice dropping. "But Edward isn't in good health. He doesn't have much tleft." Quinlyn didn't have many close family members. She didn't want to see everyone around her disappear, leaving nothing but cold, silent photographs behind.

"But people get old, and eventually, they die. If they get so old that all their teeth fall out, their vision goes bad, and they still can't pass on, isn't that even worse?" Chester sighed, trying to reason with her.

Quinlyn wanted to say that her stem cell research would prevent Edward from losing his teeth or going blind. But before she could, Chester asked one last question. "Have you ever asked him if he even wants this?" +5 12:04 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 182 Quinlyn froze.

80% Edward had been in a wheelchair for decades. His legs ached when it rained. He needed medication. There were so many places he couldn't go.

She didn't know if he wanted to keep living like this. She couldn't answer it.

"I'm just a nobody. I didn't get much of an education, and I don't know anything about the big picture. But you're smart. If this is something that should or shouldn't be done, you'll figure it out," Chester said.

He figured his attempt at comforting her was pathetic, so he shut his mouth, packed up his lunchbox, and slunk away.

Quinlyn sat there for a long time. It wasn't until the class bell rang that she finally stood up. As she stepped over the drawing on the ground, she glanced down and brushed the planarian away with the tip of her shoe.

She never brought up the research again.

But there was no such thing as a secret that lasted forever. Not long after, an assignment order arrived at 901 Military Base.

On Wednesday afternoon, Quinlyn headed to class.

Outside the classroom, Curtis was locked in a heated argument with a group of unfamiliar men.

"Mr. Ramirez, there really is an urgent matter. We just need her to help out for a few days. We will bring her back." "What kind of help? She is just a kid and doesn't have much of a relationship with me. I can't make this decision." "Mr. Ramirez, you personally approved her special training at the base. She is a special talent." "But she's not a team member, and she's underage, just a little kid. Get going, don't waste our class time." Curtis shouted, his voice full of authority.

The few people on the other end looked worried but didn't dare leave. When they turned and saw Quinlyn, their expressions brightened.

"What do you want?" Curtis glared at them. "Quinlyn, you go on ahead to class. This doesn't concern you." He was very protective of her.

Quinlyn wasn't too curious. She said hi to them and went to class. Even through the window, she could feel their eyes on her.

After class, Curtis told Quinlyn to cto his office.

As soon as she entered, he gave her a warning. "Recently, if anyone approaches you or tries to convince you to help with something, do not agree." "Okay." Quinlyn nodded without hesitation.

Curtis' face softened a little as he gestured for her to ccloser and patted her shoulder. "Good girl, you've grown taller and gained a bit of weight. You've nearly finished the courses here, so you won't need to cback for lessons anymore." Quinlyn looked at Curtis, noticing the worry hidden in his eyes. "Curtis, did I do something wrong?" She could feel his protective care. Those people earlier were officials and administrative staff.

"No, you've been doing great. It's just that you're too talented, and that will bring trouble. Quinlyn, if you were born into a powerful family, your talent would command respect. But if not, it will make people wary of you. Do you understand?" Curtis said.

12:04 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 182 80% Quinlyn understood. The difference in one's background could change the course of their life tically. She didn't have parents, and that was an unchangeable fact.

That evening, at the Wilson residence, after Joseph left for Briarwood University, Elowyn began to relax, even watching TV while eating dinner.

Elowyn was glued to the screen, and for what felt like the hundredth time, she sighed, "Quinlyn, you're just so beautiful and talented." Quinlyn didn't understand the appeal of watching the smovie over and over again.

Midway through, Mandy called via video chat. Quinlyn thought something urgent might have cup, so she answered. Mandy was excited, and Quinlyn saw the room filled with red balloons.

"Quinlyn, tomorrow we're having a video dinner with Mrs. Suarez and Quinton. Dad is going to confess to Mrs. Suarez. Will you join us?" Mandy asked.

Before Quinlyn could respond, Elowyn, who had been engrossed in the movie, suddenly turned her head, speaking urgently. "This is a huge event. We have to celebrate it too." Mandy, nervous, wanted Quinlyn's company to ease her father's nerves.

The more people there were, the more fun it was. So, Mandy invited Zaid and Elowyn as well.

The next evening, the James residence was brightly lit, hosting an unconventional dinner.

The floor was covered with red balloons, and a long table was filled with guests.

On the other side, the dimly lit, pearl-like dining room had only Jand Claude.

Jlooked much better, having nourished herself for a while, now looking younger and more beautiful.

Claude was dressed in a formal white om suit as if he were about to get married. After one meal, his face was red, and he stammered whenever he tried to speak to Janet, let alone confess his feelings.

"Oh no, Dad is too nervous," Mandy said, cutting her steak, her face full of disappointment. "Quintyn, Kwas m hpping that if Mrs. Suarez becmy mom, you would get a godmother too. But it's all Dad's fault for not stepping up."

Quinlyn understood Mandy's feelings and comforted her by patting her shoulder, "It's okay. Xwas once Mrs Suarez's adopted daughter. Technically, our relationship is even closer than yours and hers." Mandy froze for a moment, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

Elowyn, however, let out a sigh of relief and secretly stepped on her husband's foot under the table, thinking, 'I told you to try harder. Otherwise, I would have already been Quinlyn's mom.

Zaid was momentarily stunned. 'What should I do? Should I marry Joseph to Quinlyn instead?' he wondered.

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