At Professor Hawthorne's funeral, I forcibly took possession of my teacher Clara.

She was imprisoned like a canary for thirty years.

She hated me to the core and called me a lunatic for robbing my teacher Clara.

I hate that she is still obsessed with her dead husband even though she is possessed by me.

But when I suffered from kidney failure, she donated her kidney without hesitation.

Before she died, she lay in my arms, her breath barely fading: "In my next life... please let me go. I want to be with your Professor Hawthorne cleanly."

"My life has been so dirty."

After Clara died, I was in a daze and got into a car accident.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the year before Professor Hawthorne passed away.

This time, I chose to let go and fulfill her wish.

"Teacher, I have decided to participate in the secret experiment mission you mentioned."

I found Professor Hawthorne and told him my decision.

Professor Hawthorne was obviously surprised.

He looked at me intently, his brows slightly furrowed. "Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

I raised my head and said calmly, "This mission is very demanding. If I don't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to find a more suitable person for a while."

"I thought about it and decided to go."

After listening to this, Professor Hawthorne's surprise gradually faded, and he patted my shoulder with satisfaction: "Good boy, you're taking responsibility."

"Since you have decided, then get ready."

I lowered my eyelids, but sneered in my heart.

He is still so hypocritical, as if he really has high hopes for me.

Participants in this so-called secret mission have to face extremely harsh conditions.

There is also radiation there, and long-term stay there will cause serious side effects.

Previous life If I hadn't hurt myself on purpose, I would have found an excuse not to participate.

He would definitely push me out by force.

Just then, Clara Evans walked in from outside.

When I saw her, I suddenly felt a little dazed.

In my previous life, I hid my love for her very well and never let her notice it.

It wasn't until the day of Professor Hawthorne's funeral that things completely got out of control.

But in this life, the look in her eyes when she looked at me was no longer as gentle as in her previous life.

Instead, it was filled with deep disgust.

My heart suddenly shook.

Could it be that she is also Reborn's?

"I heard everything you said just now," she said anxiously, "Who is going to participate in that secret project you mentioned?"

I looked up at her, the corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and asked, "Then who do you think is suitable to go, Clara?"

Clara was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then looked at me coldly: "That project is too dangerous, how can Victor's body handle it?"

"You are his most capable disciple. No one can match your abilities. I'm afraid there's no one more suitable than you. If you don't go...does he have to go himself?"

As I listened to her words, I suddenly laughed in my heart.

Her words clearly meant that she wanted me to take the initiative to replace Professor Hawthorne.

It seems that she knows the danger of this project.

She is indeed Reborn's.

Those tangled and resentful memories of my previous life suddenly came flooding back.

Thinking of the words she said before she died, my heart couldn't help but feel sad.

Never mind, this is fine.

Since she also came back with memories, I should let go completely.

I looked at her and said word by word, "In that case, it will be as you wish."

Previous life I haven't been to the secret base, but I know the nuclear radiation there is very serious.

Professor Hawthorne passed away not long after his death.

From then on, he became an unhealable scar in Clara's heart.

It also made her hate me even more.

If I go there alone in this life, I must first design a set of protective clothing to protect myself.

That day, I was repeatedly calculating the design drawings of protective clothing in the laboratory.

The door was suddenly flung open and Clara rushed in with a sullen face.

She came up and slapped me, pointing her finger at me and demanding, "Victor suddenly feels unwell, vomiting and having diarrhea. The doctor said it's food poisoning! Is this you who's to blame?"

I covered my burning face and looked up at her: "It's not me! I didn't do these things!"

Her eyes were red with anger, and she sneered, "Who else but you? You said you were going to that place for him, but you were secretly trying to harm him?"

"Victor's life is in danger, and you still have the mood to draw these blueprints!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the blueprints on my desk and began to tear them up.

I rushed over and held her hand, gritting my teeth and saying, "Let go!"

She became more and more excited as she spoke: "You vicious lunatic! You are just a bastard without any parents to teach you!"

At this moment, the hatred in Clara's eyes suddenly pulled me back to my previous life.

Back then, we were always at each other's throats over Victor Hawthorne.

Every word and sentence is designed to hurt the other person the most.

I pushed her away and grabbed her throat, "That's enough! Don't mention my parents!"

"I told you it wasn't me! If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance now!"

She stood there in a daze, and then she realized what she had said, and her face turned pale.

She knew that my parents were the deepest sore spot in my heart.

"I'm sorry, I...I was just too anxious. Something happened to Victor suddenly, and I was confused for a moment."

She looked at me with complicated eyes and stammered to explain herself.

I interrupted her directly and sneered, "Since I agreed to go, I will never go back on my word, and I will definitely not do such despicable things!"

"If you have nothing else, you can go out!"

She regained her cold demeanor: "Victor is weak, I don't want him to get into trouble."

"Lucas, for the sake of my continued care for you, I hope you can keep your word."

I curled the corners of my lips in self-mockery, and a hint of bitterness flashed through my eyes.

Don't worry, Clara.

I will soon disappear from your sight as you wish.

In the evening, Mrs. Davies brought a bowl of soup, saying it was made by Clara herself.

I stood up and poured the bowl of soup into the toilet.

After my parents died, I was fostered by Professor Hawthorne's family.

Clara took good care of me and I gradually fell in love with her.

But thirty years of mutual torture made me sober.

There has always been only Professor Hawthorne in her heart.

She takes care of me just because she is my teacher.

In this case, I can no longer have anything to do with her.

When I returned to the room that day, I could see at a glance that it had been turned over.

No need to think about it.

Professor Hawthorne must have wanted to take the opportunity to find the package my parents left behind before I left.

Fortunately, I had a trick up my sleeve and hid the things somewhere else.

At this time, Professor Hawthorne walked in with a smile, and kept asking about my well-being: "Be sure to take care of yourself when you get there."

"Your parents passed away early, and I took care of you for them. I always treated you like my own son, and I really couldn't bear to see you go."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red and a few tears fell.

I just felt sick.

It was clear that he had something to do with his parents' car accident.

Unfortunately, when I found out the truth in my previous life, he was already dead.

"Stop being so hypocritical. It makes me sick." I said coldly.

Professor Hawthorne's face was full of surprise, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the corner of his eyes.

Then he immediately put on a hurt expression: "Lucas, what happened? Why did you suddenly say that to me..."

"What did I do to upset you? Why are you being so cold and mean? If I did something wrong, tell me and I'll apologize."

As he spoke, he put his hands on his chest, looking like he was about to faint from anger.

I remained silent and just watched him perform coldly.

Clara heard the noise and walked in immediately.

She subconsciously protected Professor Hawthorne and stared at me warily: "Lucas Mitchell, what are you doing?"

"Don't be like this, Clara," Professor Hawthorne said quickly, his voice weak. "Lucas is going to the base soon. The conditions there are tough. I understand he's unhappy. Don't blame him."

Seeing him like this, Clara felt even more distressed.

She turned to look at me, her eyes sharp. "Lucas, it was your own choice to go to the base. No one forced you! Don't act like you're owed something."

"Victor is your master and has done you a great favor. If you dare to disrespect him again, get out!"

No matter what happens, she will always defend him.

Ultimately, I was just being too sentimental.

Looking at the challenge in Professor Hawthorne's eyes, I suddenly felt very bored.

I pushed Clara away and silently cleaned up the mess on the floor.

Clara stood there with a frown on her face, her eyes fixed on me, not moving away at all.

At night, someone knocked on my door.

When I opened the door, I saw several plates of exquisite snacks on the ground.

You can tell at first glance that it was made by Clara herself.

I sneered in my heart and thought that her way of coaxing children was really ridiculous.

So I closed the door and continued to pretend I didn't see it.

But after an hour, I opened the door again and looked at the snacks.

Finally, I picked it up and took it back to the room.

These days, I spend most of my time preparing.

More than a week before leaving, Professor Hawthorne suddenly said he wanted to hold a farewell party for me.

It was more like his personal show than a farewell for me.

On that day, he was dressed in a suit and tie, looking elegant and generous, and won applause from the audience.

Seeing me approach, his other disciples began to speak ill of me in a sarcastic tone:

"I heard that the teacher has been too sick to get out of bed lately!"

"It's all because of Lucas' cursed wretch! He's always causing trouble and treating the teacher's hard work like a donkey's liver and lungs. He's simply an ungrateful viper who can never be tamed!"

"If the teacher hadn't been kind enough to take him in, he would have starved to death on the streets. Now he's turning around and biting his benefactor. He's worse than an animal!"

I knew in my heart that Professor Hawthorne had allowed them to say these things.

They were but guns in his hands.

I was too lazy to get involved with this group of people, so I turned around and wanted to leave.

But Professor Hawthorne gave them a calm look.

Those people immediately understood and quickly stepped forward to block my way, cursing even more fiercely: "What? Are you feeling guilty and want to run away?"

"A lunatic like you who doesn't know how to be grateful and is ungrateful might never come back after going to that damn place! It's just the right time to reunite with your parents who died a long time ago, and reunite your family in the underworld!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I rushed up and beat the person who said this.

The man was beaten so hard that he screamed in pain.

I didn't stop, but sneered and shouted, "Aren't you quite capable? Keep talking!"

Everyone was frightened by my sudden action.