The city’s billionaire mogul publicly announced his search for all 100 children born from his past sperm donations. My best friend, Leo Maxwell, knew he was one of them and was thrilled to claim kinship. I, Liam Blackwood, kindly advised him that the mogul was gravely ill, and his search might have ulterior motives. I told him to observe the situation first. Leo listened, holding back from connecting with him. Later, the mogul died, and all the recognized children inherited millions. Leo, convinced I had cost him his fortune, ruthlessly stabbed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Leo came to tell me he was the billionaire’s son. I was shaken awake roughly, my body jolting. Opening my eyes again, I saw my best friend, Leo, beaming with excitement by my bed, rousing me. “Dude, you won’t believe it! I’m actually the billionaire’s son!” I felt a dizzying sense of déjà vu, instinctively pulling back, avoiding his closeness. My hand went to my throat. The suffocating memory of Leo, in a fit of madness, plunging a knife into my jugular, made it hard to breathe. Just like in my previous life, Leo wildly gesticulated as he told me his biological father couldn’t have children due to low sperm count. Through some means, the couple acquired high-quality sperm and had him via IVF. And just yesterday, Mr. Sterling Thorne, the city’s mogul, had publicly released his sperm donation information, stating he wanted to find and acknowledge all children who shared his genes. Every child who claimed kinship would gain inheritance rights to his estate. “My genetic information matches Mr. Thorne’s exactly! I’m his son! Liam, should I go claim him as my father or not?” Leo stared at me, his face alight with wild joy. He’d always been a penny-pincher, and in college, his only ambition was to hook up with a rich woman so he could live a lavish life. But rich women rarely lacked male attention, and Leo was usually just a casual fling for them. That’s why, in my previous life, once Leo learned he was the billionaire’s son, he immediately wanted to claim kinship, to fulfill his dream of being a trust fund baby. However, I knew the mogul was gravely ill, and that he had a staggering 100 children born from his sperm donations. Concerned for Leo’s safety, I kindly advised him not to rush. “I heard many wealthy people use sperm donation to cultivate their mobile blood banks and natural organ supply stations. Plus, he didn’t try to find his kids earlier, only now that he’s seriously ill. You should really wait and see.” At the time, Leo had been dismissive. It wasn’t until he heard that several children who had gone to claim kinship had mysteriously disappeared that he gripped my hand, looking terrified, and said, “Thank goodness you warned me in time! Otherwise, I would have been finished!” Yet, it was this same person, who had expressed such gratitude, who later, after failing to charm the wealthy Scarlett Dubois and hearing that the mogul’s recognized children *did* inherit property, blamed me for blocking his path to riches. On my birthday, he lunged at my throat with a knife, stabbing me again and again, his voice choked with hatred: “If you hadn’t stopped me! I’d be a rich kid already! Scarlett wouldn’t have dumped me, and I wouldn’t be living this pathetic life!” “Liam! It’s all your fault! Just die!” But what he didn’t know was this: In my previous life, on the day he killed me, The police had just announced the scam. The mogul’s sperm donation was real, but the claims of kinship were fake. All the recognized children were just lab rats for a medical experiment. The inheritance rights were real, but the mogul’s illness and death were fake. He had already transferred all his assets, simply waiting for the scam to unravel before faking his death. What he left behind wasn’t millions in inheritance, but millions in debt. And I hadn’t had the chance to tell Leo any of this before I died by his knife. The image of Leo’s eyes, brimming with vengeful satisfaction in my memory, overlapped with the fervent gaze of the Leo standing before me now. This time, I offered no more warnings. I just curled my lips into a slight smile: “Congrats.” I chose to respect his destiny.
Leo’s face was smug, as if he could already see his glorious future as a trust fund baby. “Tomorrow, I’m going to the testing agency mentioned in the mogul’s announcement for a blood test. Once I’m a rich kid, I can live anywhere I want!” He glanced around our apartment with disdain, pursing his lips. “When that happens, I’ll have my dad get me a mansion. I won’t be cramming into this run-down, cramped apartment with you anymore. It’s beneath me.” I scoffed inwardly. When Leo couldn’t find a job and had no income, he came begging to share this apartment with me, a very different look on his face then. Moreover, while it was technically a shared lease, Leo hadn’t paid a single month’s rent. He never lifted a finger for any housework, from sweeping and washing dishes to hanging laundry and taking out the trash. Each time, I had to ask him, and he’d begrudgingly do chores, calling it “helping” me. Thinking back on all those years of thankless effort, I wanted to slap myself. It would be great if he moved out. That way, if anything went wrong, he couldn’t pin it on me again. I quickly nodded. “You’re absolutely right! This neighborhood isn’t nearly good enough for your status. Your billionaire dad should get you dozens of huge houses!” “Definitely!” Leo visibly puffed up at my flattery. “And don’t say I never gave you a chance to show your appreciation. Drive me to that testing agency tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow, quickly declining. “My car’s been in the shop for days. Why don’t you have your girlfriend drive you? Knowing your true identity, you’re not afraid she’d break up with you now, right?” My words hit a nerve with Leo. He’d recently been dating a wealthy woman, constantly showing off designer watches she’d bought him. But he also knew she looked down on him for having no background, and it was just a casual thing. Leo’s unhappy expression instantly shifted back to a smug one. “What can you earn with that crappy hospital job of yours? No common sense at all. Fine, my girlfriend can barely be considered on my level now, so having her drive me and see things for herself might be good.” With that, he strutted back into his room, brimming with self-satisfaction. In my previous life, after his sugar mama had enough of him, she unceremoniously dumped him. He went to her company to cause a scene and ended up encountering her new, much younger boyfriend. This new guy, eager to impress, immediately started punching and kicking Leo, calling him a pathetic loser trying to snag a trophy wife. Back then, I was foolish enough to try and reason with him. But Leo didn’t blame the sugar mama; instead, he blamed me entirely for stopping him from claiming kinship. He believed I had ruined his chance at a wealthy life and swore to never let me go. This time, I wouldn’t interfere with his choices. Watching Leo close his bedroom door, I immediately messaged my boss to request time off and booked a moving company. The next day, while Leo was out, I packed and moved all my personal belongings, leaving only the common area furniture. As for what Leo would do when the rental contract expired, That was no longer my concern. Following the principle of avoiding misery, when you encounter toxic people, distance yourself immediately instead of getting entangled!
After a frantic morning, I finally settled all my belongings into my new place when I received another call from Leo. “I came here for my test today, and they gave me a packet of pills. They said I have to take them all before I can claim kinship. Aren’t you a medical student? Hurry up and check if these pills are safe.” Listening to Leo’s demanding tone, I felt a chill in my heart. Leo used to be like this all the time. Just because I was a doctor, he constantly demanded that I get his relatives priority appointments, even hoping I’d pay for their treatments out of my own pocket. Every time I went out of my way to help them, Leo took it for granted and never even said thank you. “That falls under lab testing, and these pills are from your dad’s Everlife Pharmaceutical Group. If you want a detailed analysis of the ingredients, the testing fee would be at least ten thousand.” At my words, Leo immediately got agitated. “Aren’t you a doctor?! Liam, I considered you my best friend, and you’re talking about money with me now!” I sneered inwardly. Leo clearly felt something was off, so he instinctively came to me for reassurance, so that if anything went wrong, he could conveniently pin the blame on me. As if I’d fall for that again! On the other end of the line, Leo continued, “You won’t even help with something so simple! It’s like all my good deeds were wasted on you! And what about that time I saved you from the fire…” Hearing him bring that up, I dropped the act. “Leo, was it really you who saved me that day?” In junior high, my school building caught fire, and I fell unconscious. When I woke up, only Leo was by my side. He swore then that he had saved me, that I owed him my life, which led me to be at his beck and call for years, repaying his life-saving grace. It wasn’t until my previous life, on my deathbed, that he confessed, “I just couldn’t stand to see you doing well. That year, I deliberately locked you in the classroom, but I didn’t expect you to be so tough… “And since we were in the same hospital room, I decided to let you experience what it’s like to owe me for life!” Silence suddenly fell on the other end of the phone. After a long moment, Leo stammered, “What’s the fun in that, Liam? Is this how you treat me after I saved you? Stop messing around, just test these pills for me.” Listening to his childish words, I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Actually, in my previous life, Leo had also secretly gone to the testing agency for a blood test, and after getting the pills, he immediately asked me about them. At that time, I paid out of pocket to send the pills to the most reputable and fastest testing agency. Sure enough, we found that the drug had not undergone any human trials. In short, Leo and the others were all lab rats for experiments. This was Everlife Group’s latest research project, marketed under the guise of “blood cleansing,” claiming it could filter harmful substances from the blood. And that elderly relatives could extend their lifespan and prevent aging by receiving blood from younger, blood-related family members. At the time, many of the people who claimed kinship and took this “blood cleansing pill” developed severe blood clotting disorders and organ failure, leading to numerous deaths. Leo, following my advice, didn’t take the pills and narrowly escaped. Afterward, however, he believed it was a necessary screening process by the mogul, that those who died from the pills were simply “unhealthy” children. He was convinced he would be the one to survive and ultimately inherit the fortune. He thought my persistent warnings were malicious and driven by jealousy, preventing him from joining the upper echelons of society. This time, I played along. “If you test these pills, and the mogul finds out, will he cancel your inheritance eligibility?” “Will… will he?” Leo hesitated on the phone. I smiled, calmly preparing to give him another push. “The mogul is your biological father, after all. He wouldn’t intentionally harm you, would he?” Leo seemed swayed by my words. “You’re right! Maybe this is just a test of kinship! He has so many children; he must be using the pills to select the most obedient ones to inherit his estate!” Yes, that’s right. It was indeed to screen for suitable, drug-tolerant lab rats who would eventually become the mogul’s ultimate mobile blood bank and endorsement for the Everlife experiments!
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