Chapter 415: Chapter 415



The room was thick with tension, the silence hanging heavy with unspoken fears. Chris’s resolve wavered as he looked into Wade’s eyes, seeing something terrifying—an unshakable, cold obsession.

“You’re insane.” He lowered the knife with a bitter smile. “Fine. You win. I’ll do whatever you want. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Wade stepped forward and took the knife away, ensuring Chris couldn’t harm himself again. “Chris, all I want is for you to live.”

“Like a ghost?” Chris hugged his knees, his voice hollow. “What’s the point of living like this?”

“Just hold on for two more years,” Wade said, draping a blanket over him. “I promise, when the storm has passed, I’ll help you rebuild your life. You’ll get a fresh start, and you can begin again.”

Chris looked at him with weary eyes. “And Ryland? Will I never see him again?”

“No. It’s better for everyone this way.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh. “It’s only better for you.”

“I’m doing this for you.”

𝕄ØЯE 𝕌PĐΛTΞŞ IИ GΛŁИØVΞŁŞ.ᑕØᗰ Chris didn’t respond. He had no desire to speak with Wade anymore, nor the energy to fight.

“Just leave me alone, Wade. I need some peace.” Wade didn’t disturb him further.

Outside, Wade issued a command to the servants to remove every sharp object from the room and seal the windows shut.

Ryland’s cries had stopped, though the reason remained unclear.

Upon checking, Wade noticed the nanny hastily concealing something behind her back.

“Mr. Potter,” the nanny stammered. Wade glanced first at Ryland, who was now peacefully asleep despite his earlier intense crying. He couldn’t fathom how the nanny could have soothed the child so quickly. If she had such a talent, why had Ryland’s cries been so loud that even Chris could hear them?

“What did you feed him?” Wade asked.

“Nothing,” the nanny replied, though her voice faltered under Wade’s piercing gaze.

Without a word, Wade signaled to his assistant, who swiftly restrained the nanny.

A bottle of medication fell to the floor. Wade bent down and retrieved it, discovering it contained a sedative.

“I had no choice! The child cries all day long!” the nanny protested.

“Get out!” Wade commanded, his tone cold and final.

Ryland’s well-being was deeply tied to Chris. Wade had gone to great lengths to bring this child back, not to let the nanny incapacitate him. The assistant escorted the nanny out, leaving Wade alone with the child.

As Wade drew near to examine Ryland, he was struck by a profound shock. For the first time, he saw the child and realized something chilling—Ryland looked eerily similar to Chris when he was a child.

Seeing Ryland was like seeing a younger version of Chris.

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