?<strong>Chapter 392:</strong>
This reaction had be so habitual that Chris remained oblivious to any displeasure.
“Did you manage to bring Rnd back?”
“It’ll take a bit more time, but I’m on it,” Wade responded, his tone soothing yet firm.
Chris sighed, aware of theplexities. He knew he had burdened Wade significantly, especially now, leaving him to care for a child while on his deathbed.
“With Rnd by your side, I’ll rest easy,” Chris murmured, his voice tinged with guilt.
“Don’t say such things, Chris. I’m here, and nothing is going to happen to you,” Wade assured him, his voice resolute.
Chris grinned.
“To anyone else, I might as well be a ghost. Given how I am now, I pretty much am one.”
“Chris!” Wade clutched his shoulder, his voice filled with guilt.
“This is all my fault. I swear, nothing more is going to happen to you. Nothing!”
“Yeah.” Chris’s smile shone even brighter.
“Don’t worry, Wade. I need to stay strong until Rnd gets back.”
Wade stared at Chris, stunned by his resilience, as if Chris had somehow made peace with the precarious threads of life and death.
“Mr. Potter.”
A knock interrupted their moment.
Wade’s eyes, red and swollen, shot towards the door.
“Leave us alone!”
The assistant stood at the threshold, his face pale with anxiety, struggling to deliver his message.
“Mr. Potter, we have a problem in the basement.”
The basement hid a huge secret, one that even Chris wasn’t aware of.
Trying to suppress his anger, Wade took a deep breath and gently squeezed Chris’s shoulder.
“You rest now.”
“Wade!” Chris sped his wrist suddenly, the watch on his wrist icy against his skin.
Wade paused, expecting more words, but Chris only called out and then fell silent.
“Don’t worry about it,” Wade assured him, patting his hand softly.
Chris looked at Wade, tears streaming down his face.
“Wade, you should stop whatever you’re doing.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, shadows danced across the room, ying with the fading light.
Wade hesitated before saying,
“Just rx. I’ll take care of it.”
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