"Why would you waver because of a few words from that woman?" Fred's expression was grim, but his tone remained controlled. "We've been conducting our research for so long, and finally found a perfect match for you. We can't give up now. I know you're kind and hesitant, but think of your people, your country's unfinished business. Our nation needs you; the people need you!"

The room fell silent, as if the Queen were considering his words. After a moment, Fred continued. "Your Majesty, if that woman's health is so poor, how could she manipulate doctors and repeatedly escape us? She's clever, physically fit, and, crucially, highly compatible with your body. This experiment isn't just for you; our entire country will benefit. We will become the strongest nation, unchallenged."

His words resonated with the Queen, though she offered no immediate response. Fred knew she had heard him; her earlier hesitancy was gone.

"Don't let that woman deceive you. It's just another trick. Leave everything to me, wait for the right time. Then we'll implement the plan, and you'll see it's all worthwhile!"

A long sigh escaped from behind Fred. Silence followed. He smiled faintly, a cold light flickering in his deep blue eyes.

A man returned to his empty home, feeling exhausted and hollow. He removed his tie, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed onto the couch without switching on the lights. After some reflection, he went to the fridge for a cold beer. As he was about to open it, the lights suddenly flickered on, and two children rushed out, showering him with confetti. "Happy birthday, Daddy!"

He froze, slowly turning. The scene felt dreamlike as his children surrounded him, showering him with confetti. His wife stood nearby, holding a large birthday cake, smiling. The beauty of the moment was almost overwhelming; he feared it would vanish. He remained still, but his children leaped into his arms. "Daddy, why aren't you saying anything? Aren't you happy?" they pouted. "Daddy, why won't you hug me? Don't you love me anymore?"

"I..." he began, unable to finish the sentence. Tears streamed down his face as he set down the beer. His body trembled as he slowly crouched, wrapping his arms around his children, holding them tightly.

The feeling of his children in his arms confirmed its reality. 'This is real. It's not a dream!'

"You... you..." His voice trembled. He rested his chin on their small shoulders, inhaling their scent. "You're really here!" he whispered through his tears.

"Daddy, don't you like us being here?" The children, confused, looked at him questioningly.