Chapter 413: Chapter 413



Callan cast a sidelong glance at Wade. “Yes, Mr. Miller, you can rest assured; I will not permit anyone to enter.”

Wade refrained from making any hasty moves, and Joelle experienced a fleeting sense of relief. Adrian cradled her in his arms and sought out a doctor to tend to the wound left by the IV drip on her hand.

After the doctor attended to her, he turned to Adrian. “Your wound requires attention as well, doesn’t it?”

Adrian hadn’t intended for Joelle to find out, so he responded, “It’s healed.”

“How could it be? I have time now. Just wait a moment, and I’ll retrieve the supplies to change your dressing.”

Joelle asked, “You’re hurt?”

“Nothing too serious.”

Joelle insisted on seeing his wound, and with a hint of reluctance, Adrian rolled up his sleeve. What was revealed was a burn the size of a palm, carefully bandaged on his arm.

Joelle clutched his hand, her gaze fixated on his arm in a trance. “I’m so sorry. I’m not just a failed mother; I’m a failed girlfriend too.”

“It’s already recovered.” Adrian tenderly wiped away her tears. “It doesn’t hurt. Joelle, Ryland’s situation isn’t solely your burden to bear. I share the blame as well. I failed to protect you both.”

Joelle wiped her tears away, covering her face in anguish as she struggled to compose herself. She knew she couldn’t remain in sorrow any longer; doing so would only burden those around her.

“Adrian, I want to take charge of Ryland’s funeral myself.”

“Alright, we’ll do it together,” Adrian agreed.

Wade left the hospital and slipped into his car, his previously sorrowful expression vanishing in an instant. His assistant turned to him and asked, “Mr. Potter, what should we do? If we don’t recover that body, the truth will eventually be uncovered, won’t it?”

“It no longer matters.” Wade cast a cold glance out the window. “Ryland is already in our possession.”

The child who perished in that fire was nothing more than a soul who had long since departed. On the day of Stephen’s birthday celebration, his men had infiltrated the gathering, executing a covert swap of the child. Now, Ryland was in Wade’s hands.

Even if Adrian and Joelle discovered the truth in the future, he would never relinquish the child.

Back at Greenhill Manor, the haunting sound of a child’s cries echoed from the second floor. Ryland, only two years old, could already recognize faces. Aware that he was in an unfamiliar place, he instinctively understood that anyone he didn’t know could be a potential threat. Crying was his only way to express himself.

Leaning against the wall, Chris stepped out of the room. Hearing the child’s cries tugged at his heart, stirring a whirlwind of emotions. A sense of urgency swept over him, compelling him to rush and check on the little one.

“Chris, don’t go,” Wade urged.

.

.

.