?<strong>Chapter 414:</strong>


    Wade propped Chris up as he struggled to stand. Chris coughed a few times before weakly muttering, “But…”


    “I’ve already told everyone you’re dead. It’s not right for you to meet Rnd.”


    Chris looked bewildered. “But I’m his father!”


    “Chris, from now on, I will be his father in name.”


    Confusion clouded Chris’s eyes, which then shifted to suspicion. “They didn’t give you Rnd, did they?”


    If they had willingly given him Rnd, why was Wade keeping the boy hidden?


    With trembling hands, Chris grabbed Wade’s cor. “What have you done? Wade!”


    “This is not something you need to worry about,” Wade said, his gaze steady and unshaken. “This isn’t your concern. Just remember, I will never let you die.”


    Chris growled, “What are you nning?”


    Wade’s response was chillingly detached, his voice as cold as a machine devoid of feeling. “Rnd has inherited your RH negative blood.”


    “Wade!” Chris sputtered, his words strangled by fury as another violent cough wracked his body. Barely able to keep his footing, he swatted away Wade’s hand, which tried to support him.


    At that moment, Rnd’s cries tore through the room, sharp and heart-wrenching, echoing off the walls.


    Chris could no longer focus on Wade. All that mattered was getting to Rnd, making sure he hadn’t fallen or hurt himself.


    But Wade stood firm, blocking his way like an imprable wall. “Go back to bed. You need to rest.”


    “He’s crying!”


    “He’ll be fine.”


    Chris’s patience snapped. “He’s crying! Wade, can’t you hear him?”


    “I hear him, but it doesn’t matter to me.”


    Chris stared at Wade as if seeing a stranger. “Move! I need to see him!”


    With a sudden burst of strength, Wade lifted Chris and forcefully shut the door, throwing him back onto the bed.


    “Listen to me, Chris. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t care about this child at all. You’re my only brother, and I’ll make sure you live, no matter what.”


    Chris trembled with disbelief as he processed each word. Grabbing a fruit knife from the bedside table, he held it tightly. “I won’t let you keep going with this insanity! I’d rather end it here and now!”


    Wade stood still, his voice calm. “If you die, I’ll follow right after.”


    His tone was serious, as though it were a vow he had alreadymitted to.


    Chris panicked. “Don’t push me.”


    Wade’s face remained expressionless. “Go ahead and try. The moment you plunge that knife into yourself, I’ll follow. Wherever you stab, I’ll match you. However deep you stab, I’ll match you, inch for inch.”


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