Chapter 632: Chapter 632



Gunshots echoed through the valley, the sharp noise reverberating in the air. Wade’s men fell one by one, their blood staining the ground.

“Chris! Chris!”

As Wade searched for Chris’ medicine, a pale hand gripped his tightly.

“Chris!” Wade paused, his eyes filled with panic. “Stay with me, okay? We’ll get you to the hospital!”

Chris’s lips had lost their color, and his voice was faint and weak. “Wade, I… don’t think… I’ll make it.”

As he lay on Wade’s lap, tears streamed down his face. Compared to Wade, he felt useless and saw no future for himself. “I’m sorry, Wade, for dragging you down with me.”

“Stop talking and save your strength. We’ll talk once we’re at the hospital, okay?”

Chris closed his eyes and shook his head wearily. “No. They’ll catch you if we go to the hospital. You need to escape and leave me behind. Go far away, and take Ryland with you.”

Step into new worlds at g Ɐ lnσ ν𝓮 ℓs․conn A faint smile crossed his pale face as he continued, “I knew you wouldn’t hand Ryland over. Wade, after I die…” He choked, then looked up at Wade, memorizing his face for the last time. “When I’m gone, let Ryland keep you company. Be good to him. Don’t let him become like us.”

His words made Wade feel as though a huge part of him was slipping away, fading to a place he could no longer reach.

“No, no, no! Chris! Chris!”

Wade’s tears fell on their clasped hands. Chris’ grip loosened, and Wade could feel him slowly drifting away.

“I’m sorry, Chris! I’m so sorry…” Wade covered his face with his hands as he dissolved into tears. “I failed to protect you, Chris, I’m sorry!”

“It’s not your fault,” Chris whispered weakly, trying to lift his hand to touch Wade’s head but lacking the strength. “I don’t blame you anymore.”

The words were uttered slow and faint, his last farewell.

“Chris!”

Chris closed his eyes for the last time, never to open them again. He lay peacefully, as if a child finally at rest. It was as though he was telling Wade that he could finally find peace.

Seeing the scene through the rearview mirror, the driver decided not to go to the hospital. Without a command from Wade, the vehicle veered toward the airport instead.

“Mr. Potter, what should we do about this woman?” the driver asked.

Liza, uninterested in the prior exchanges of affection between Wade and Chris, wondered if Chris’ death might render her expendable as well.

“Just let me out up ahead,” she suggested, catching the ominous look in Wade’s eyes. It seemed he had never planned to spare her life.

Panic set in, and Liza began frantically banging on the car window, crying out for help amid the bustling traffic. “Help me, anyone! Please, I need help!”

As the car climbed the overpass at high speed, the door swung open suddenly, and Liza was forcefully ejected. She hit the pavement hard, rolling across the asphalt. A massive truck, unable to stop in time, struck her, catapulting her body through the air.

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